Ran Tianfeng couldn’t help but re-evaluate Su Yi.

This young man in blue was far too strange. He was obviously only in the Spiritual Incarnation Realm, yet it seemed he’d long since anticipated their arrival.

Furthermore, he didn’t seem the least bit concerned about their names, origins, or even their cultivations!

Ran Tianfeng had long since stepped into the Imperial Realm, and he was currently an early-stage Profound Illumination Emperor. It had been a long time since he’d encountered a situation like this.

Those beneath the Imperial level were ants.

Since when were ants so gutsy?

Unless the young man in blue had an extremely powerful backer? A backer so strong that he needn’t fear even Emperors?

Ran Tianfeng thought for a moment, then said, “Fellow Daoist, this has nothing to do with you. So long as you don’t intervene, we won’t harm a hair on your head.”

He spoke politely, much as he had to Cui Jingyan.

But his attitude was firm: he wasn’t leaving without the old blind man of the Ghost Lantern Sarcophagus Bearers!

Su Yi put away his wicker chair, then said calmly, “You’re welcome to try and see if you can take him away.”

Daoist Nun Feng and the others were flabbergasted. Since when were Spirit...