The old Daoist’s hair and beard bristled as he glared angrily at the three. A surge of heroic spirit welled up in his chest.0

Then, from Lord Corpse Matron came the shrill voice of a little girl, “Kill him, today we mustn't let him leave this place alive!”0

Duku and Lord Gufeng said nothing, and Lord Corpse Matron frowned.0

Following their gaze, he saw that a young Daoist had appeared in the mountain valley that had been transformed into a ghastly ghost domain.0

At his waist hung an ancient, straight longsword. His eyes were cold, his expression solemn.1

Though he showed no overwhelming aura, for some inexplicable reason Lord Corpse Matron felt a stabbing pressure in his body from the young man’s presence.0

“Where did this young Daoist come from? Don’t tell me you’ve come to be buried alongside this old bastard?” Lord Corpse Matron sneered.0

Why is he here…? the...0