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"No need for idle chatter, Governor Li, Gaogong, let's set off,"
said an old Judicial Assistant with a lame left leg and a hair bun of withered white hair, urging them on.
"Alright."
Fengcu responded, and a group of eight, under the gaze of those watching, began their ascent up the mountain. Only Wei Xiha sighed inwardly; how could a mere eight individuals contend with the mountain filled with demons and ghosts as ferocious as wolves and tigers?
After walking for roughly the duration of half an incense stick, they were surrounded by yellow pools and dark soil, and bizarrely shaped old locust trees with their branches spread wide like claws. Along the path lay the bones of cattle and sheep, exuding a chilling ghostly aura.
Behind Li Fengcu followed six old fellows, half-buried in the earth, whose splendid Dragon Tiger law robes couldn't conceal their old age and mannerisms.
