Before long, three figures finally appeared on the secluded and remote ancient path ahead.
"They are here!"
Tong Gongfeng visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
The wiry man chuckled maliciously, casting a malicious glance at Housekeeper Wang and the black-clad young man, Lyee Zui.
Housekeeper Wang gripped the sword's hilt tightly, feeling a wave of despair rise within him.
Although he knew this journey would not be peaceful, who could have anticipated that the people sent by the main family to welcome them would harbor such treacherous intentions!
"Ah!"
Under the overwhelming pressure of the elder's Divine Sense, Lyee Zui's small face turned a purplish hue, his body trembling intensely. Finally, behind him, a faint glimmer of dark light rose, resembling a miniature version of himself, floating upward slowly.
"Indeed, it's the Black Iron Battle Soul!"
