Upon seeing Hu Ma's actions, Young Master Lu exchanged a glance with the Old Monkey. Neither said a word.
They had been called once, and there was no second call. The moths inside the lantern dwindled by seven or eight, and it seemed everyone had passed this trial.
Now, they had finally, and barely, made it to the end of the mountain road. Ahead, they saw a run-down little village. Amidst the towering pines and cypresses, a gray stone house appeared—presumably the Ma Family Ancestral Hall.
However, even after passing this small path, the pressure on everyone hadn't eased at all.
They vaguely sensed yin qi rushing towards them. Around the Ma Family Ancestral Hall, it seemed to be filled with countless shadows of various shapes. They were densely packed, their numbers impossible to ascertain. Yet, with just a blink, they vanished.
