"Because we have more important matters."
The new members of the Lu Clan were increasingly confused, but the Lu Clan elder seemed unwilling to explain further, instead leading them onward.
They walked for several hours.
The stairs ahead seemed endless.
With their pace, "Lu Yan" calculated silently, they must have descended deep underground, quite deep.
Suddenly, from above, there was a bubbling sound, as if something was boiling.
Thick droplets dripped onto his ear, and as "Lu Yan" turned his head, he realized his shoulder was covered in red stains.
Startled, he looked up and finally saw the peak of Primordial Venerable Peak.
At the top stood a statue of a man with an unfamiliar face and a cold demeanor, the entire statue appearing to be cast from black stone.
Above the statue's head was a swirling red cloud, like a cover over Primordial Venerable Peak.
"This is..."
