Dong Tianze's expression was as icy as ever. 0

"I want to know the situation in the Solitary Mountain Range," he said coldly. 0

Even when facing his master, Han Zhiyuan, the Vice Cult Leader of the Sinister Soul Temple, he showed little reverence.0

Han Zhiyuan had been the one to take a liking to him and bestow upon him the Ethereal Ghost Token. Han Zhiyuan had also told him about Dong Qianfeng secretly joining the Shadow Specter Sect, which led to his betrayal of the Dong Clan.0

His deceased foster father, Dong Qianfeng; and his lofty master, the successor of the Celestial Phoenix, were the most important people in Dong Tianze's heart. This master of his in the Sinister Soul Temple was not one of them.0

Han Zhiyuan frowned, sighing. "No one dares to enter the Solitary Mountain Range, nor can anyone come out with the bizarre mist shrouding the region.0

"I arranged for Hong Tai and the others to go there. You even personally led the party on the Dong Clan's side, but still, there were unexpected complications."0

Ding!0

A sudden sound came from the Ghost Altar.0

Han Zhiyuan waved his hand and a piece of paper fell into his palm.0

His eyes...0