The cold wind rolled up fine snow foam, lashing at everyone's faces like knives.
The three elders of the Five Immortals Hall recounted the past of the "Dark Five Immortals," every word steeped in blood and chill.
After listening, Li Yan shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the Juxian Hall opposite, and said in a deep voice, "It seems these degenerates not only cultivate an Evil Technique, they have already joined hands with Jianmu."
With that, he raised his hand and pointed to the tightly shut doors of the Juxian Hall, "Let's first see what has happened here."
After the commotion just now, the two remaining elders no longer had the slightest doubt on their faces.
They nodded silently and led everyone toward the main altar of the Five Immortals Hall, enclosed by blue-brick walls and laid out in the style of a Guandong courtyard.
Pushing open the heavy black-lacquered wooden doors, a chill aura mixed with stale incense and bestial rankness rushed forth.
