Ancestor?

Su Yi couldn’t help but look at the man in gray. He was starting to get a sense of the man’s origins.

“Fellow Daoist, we aren’t here to save anyone today,” Cui Weizhong couldn’t help but remind him.

The gray-robed man’s words scared him; he worried that any rescue attempts would alert the Cui Family. That wouldn’t be good.

“I know that, of course.” The gray-robed man glanced coldly at Cui Weizhong. “Rest assured, we’re only here tonight to make certain arrangements that will come in quite handy during the Lantern Festival.”

Cui Weizhong inwardly sighed in relief and smiled appeasingly. “That’s great.”

He was a lofty mid-stage Profound Illumination Emperor, but beneath the gray-robed man’s gaze, he sensed a potentially lethal threat, and his heart couldn’t help but shake. 

“Let’s go.” The man in gray led the way into the distance, while the others followed shortly after.

Qu Mingwei had been keeping an eye on Su Yi this whole time, as if afraid he’d find an opportunity to scurry off.

Su Yi naturally wouldn’t escape.

Before long, the group arrived at the ninety-nine towering pillars. Suddenly, a high-pitched,...