The redhead just nodded and the brunette tilted his head with a quirk of his brow.
"You… knew?"
His elder brother did not reply and watched the man crossed his arms.
"Stay with our brother. I will go find them."
"They are too strong-"
"Where are they?" Sect Leader Zhi questioned.
"… I… am not sure."
"…"
"I was tortured and then all I remembered was darkness. Then I woke up here," Han Mo explained with furrowed brows.
"Maybe tell us the surroundings, cultivator. That should help us identify the whereabouts," the female leader in gold spoke up.
He turned to the Sect Leader Jing and closed his eyes to think. What did he remember?
"No need," the redhead stated, "It is the palace of the Ghost King. Everything leads there."
As the elder cultivator finished, the floor and roof shook around them. They could hear a shriek from afar and Han Mo's eyes widened. He quickly turned to the leaders and shouted.
