"Haha, really? I'm here at Banu, hope you won't disappoint me, only talking!"
Liu Zhiming laughed out loud and then exchanged a glance with Xiaobao. The two of them slowly walked towards the inside of the cave.
The journey inside was actually short, and in no time, they reached the end of the cave and saw a wide space inside, with a high platform above it.
On the high platform was a massive stone chair, on which sat a gaunt old man. The old man's face was full of wrinkles, his eyes deeply sunken, and there were traces of dried blood at the corners of his mouth.
Banu!
Without any hesitation, Xiaobao was able to directly identify the old man on the high platform as the Great Elder Banu of the Black Witch Sect.
At this moment, Banu was curled up in a black cloak, his extremely withered right hand resting on a cane, with a skull embedded at its head.
