Chen Liangce held a Bagua plate in his hand, a map of Hefeng Valley laid out before him.
After a while, Chen Liangce's frown became deeper.
"Mr. Ye, we shouldn't be camping here, the nights here might not be safe!" After a long pause, Chen Liangce looked up, filled with worry.
"Old Chen, stop with the mumbo jumbo, just say it directly!" Feng Zhuo looked at Chen Liangce, displeased.
This Chen Liangce was always mysterious, like a shaman, occasionally spouting vague statements, leaving everyone curious.
Chen Liangce smiled awkwardly, pointing at the map before him: "Mr. Ye, look, although this Hefeng Valley is merely a canyon, its shape is extremely strange, resembling a skull. And, as far as I know, this place had once been the site where over a million people died, after which a sect appeared nearby, I believe it's called the Yin Ghost Sect."
"The Yin Ghost Sect again?" Ye Guichen had heard of this name even in the mortal world.
