Two days later, in the strange ball.
The sun shone on the ground, passing through the sparse leaves and turning into spots, falling on a group of ghost-faced monks.
The ghost monk team of more than two hundred people was silent and disciplined. They were resting in a mountain forest.
Da Chui and Li Haoge stood side by side on a distant mountain. Their eyes were fixed on an ancient Pagoda not far away from the foot of the mountain.
The ancient Pagoda was so tall that it reached the clouds. Only the ghost-faced monks could make it.
In front of the ancient tower, a group of people were negotiating.
They were the team led by Jiang Xiao, Yue Yuchen, the blind girl, and he Yun.
The four of them formed a team and stood in the messy grass, followed by Jiang Xiao's seven golden partners.
In front of them were Jiang Xiao's seven silver Partners disciples, who were letting out ghastly howls and negotiating with a group of ghostly monks.
