The attendant lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, saying nothing.
This is the news released by Shenfengya, so outsiders naturally have no way of knowing what is going on.
"That's all." Xue Ning collected his thoughts. This was not something he should worry about. "Since the patriarch has sent Xuefan there, he will be responsible for everything there, and we don't need to worry about it."
He looked forward: "Have you ever found the entrance to the ancient battlefield?"
Sui lowered his head and said, "This subordinate is incompetent, not yet."
Xuening's face turned even more ugly.
It's been so long and there's still no progress!
"Where's the Medicine Clan?"
"They seem...still looking."
Sensing that Xuening was in a bad mood, his subordinates responded more cautiously.
But when Xuening heard this, he was not only unhappy, but even more annoyed.
——If the Yao Clan can find something, it can provide them with some clues, which would be better than being completely confused now!
"continue!"
He said coldly.
…
Immortal Mountain.
The sky here seems to be always gloomy.
The mountain wind whimpered and chilled my bones.
Nanwu walked towards the direction of Nether Bone Palace - it was time to change shifts.
He will take over from Wu Cang's class today.
Enter the hall, open the secret door on the wall, and go down the steep steps.
He walked down the last floor, turned around, and walked inside.
I met several men in black robes on the road, and when they saw him, they all bowed their heads to say hello.
"I have met Mr. Nanwu."
——Since something happened here last time, they have tightened the security here and assigned a special person to guard it at regular intervals.
So there are more people here than before.
Nanwu didn't like this in his heart, but this was the Lord's order. He had no right to comment and could only obey it.
——Most of the people selected here are from Wucang and Qifeng, so naturally he will not be happy.
For this reason, Xanthium had complained to him more than once in private, but other than that, they could do nothing.
After all, both of them are still guilty, and they still hope to make meritorious deeds quickly and win back the trust of their lord.
When passing a cell, Nanwu suddenly stopped and turned his head to take a look.
In the dark and cramped cell, a man was lying.
There were many wounds on his body, which looked shocking, especially in his lower abdomen, where a blood hole was opened, as big as the mouth of a bowl, and the blood and flesh were blurred, which was very terrifying.
It was lifeless and looked dead.
There was no expression on Nanwu's face, but his usual indifference, as if he had seen this scene countless times and now he would no longer be troubled by it.
"Is this the new one?" he asked.
The man in black robe guarding the cell door lowered his head slightly: "Yes."
Nanwu looked at it for a while: "But it seems that it is against the rules to be locked up here in the first stage of Lingsheng."
The man in black robe still lowered his head: "This is what Mr. Wu Cang meant."
He didn't move, as if he didn't understand what Nanwu meant when he asked him to move this man to a cell.
A flash of displeasure flashed in Nanwu's eyes.
Wu Cang could just confront him, but this little jailer actually dared to treat him like this?
"you--"
Nanwu was about to have a seizure when he heard familiar footsteps coming from beside him.
Wu Cang walked slowly towards this side, his eyes swept over Nanwu and the people in the cell, and he raised the corners of his lips without a smile.
"Thank you for your trouble, but since he has supernatural spiritual roots, he can naturally be locked up here."