On the other side of Five Peaks Mountain, within the courtyard where Chen Fei's master, Ming Daochuan, resides in seclusion.
An elderly woman with white hair sits cross-legged on the ground, her mouth inhaling and exhaling mottled spiritual energy, expressionless, as if she's cultivating.
But what's terrifying is that a snake, entirely dark green, is coiled around her body, curled into a mass.
Opposite her sits an equally gray-haired, thin old man on the fence wall. From afar, he looks dressed in a Qing cloth jacket, cotton shoes, wearing a hat, resembling attire from the Republic of China era.
Beside him are placed three coffins, straight and eerie, making one's scalp go numb at the sight.
"What!?"
"Pfft!"
At this moment, the old man suddenly shouts loudly, his expression changes, and a rush of blood surges up his throat, he's spitting it out madly.
The next moment, his face turns pale directly, his entire aura hauntingly chilling, filled with weakness and powerlessness.
