Yan Guichen looked at Cult Leaders Zhou and Chu strangely as he asked, "What's wrong with both of you today?"
"This…"
"Don't be like this. Let me show you," Yan Guichen said before clapping his hands.
Two cultivators carried a stretcher into the hall. A person was tied up on the stretcher. His body was wide and chubby, and his mouth was bound. Muffled sounds could be heard from him.
Cult Leader Chu frowned. "Didn't you say it's the Unholy One's treasure? Why is it a person?"
Yan Guichen said, "It is. Do you remember the Unholy One's painting? More than 500 years ago, I deciphered the tenth character from the poem. Some time ago, I deciphered the eighth and the ninth characters."
The duo was shocked.
