When he entered the Imperial Tomb, Zu An reverted to his usual appearance. Continuing to pretend to be the Fiend Emperor there was pointless and would just intimidate the three women.

The three women were all alarmed. “Is it a monster similar to the Scaled Deathworms?” Their last experience in the Yu Clan’s mines had left them with a great psychological shadow.

Zu An shook his head. He didn’t know either. They all grew vigilant and stared at the moving walls, waiting for an attack from the things inside at any time.

Waves rippled across the dirt and stone of the walls. Then, a huge hole appeared, and something emerged from inside.

“Pah, pfft, pah, this fat guy was almost choked to death…” a plump figure cursed.

Zu An and the others nearly attacked, but when they heard the familiar voice and looked at him, they all voiced their surprise. “It’s you?”

It was none other than the one who had given them a divination back in Bluefield...