The cloaked man's voice was hoarse and sinister. Combined with his face crawling with centipedes, he was a horrifying sight.
But Gu Yuexi's expression did not change in the slightest.
"Is this how the Witch Race treats its guests?"
As her voice fell, several more men emerged from the fog in all directions, surrounding her.
The cloaked man spoke again:
"Heh heh heh… you are the Holy Daughter's guests."
"But that doesn't necessarily make you guests of the Witch Race."
"Take her away!"
And so, under the control of Spirit-Binding Chains, Gu Yuexi followed the man forward.
The group walked through the vast, black fog for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
Ahead, a faint light finally appeared.
It was an ancient, dilapidated altar.
It wasn't large, built from black stones etched with weathered totems.
In the very center of the altar stood a massive bone pillar. Inlaid at its peak was a fist-sized, gray orb, which emitted a dim, gray light.
The cloaked man stopped.
