"Hahahahaha!"
The receptionist at the hotel, upon hearing Xu Yang's words, was momentarily startled before bursting into loud laughter, followed by the dozen or so people behind her. Layers of laughter intertwined, harsh and eerie to the ear.
"What a great joke!"
She looked at Xu Yang, sneering, "A tiny one, barely into the Dao Realm, you're quite bold. Last time in Xuan Mountain, if it hadn't been for that zombie and the Ghost King, I would have squashed you...Today, I have isolated this place, preventing the Ghost King and the zombie from coming to your rescue, I'd like to see how you manage to survive."
Boom!
A thick grey fog surged around her.
Behind her, the dozen people each emanated their own grey fog, the massive clouds of fog churning and transforming into a grey cloud in mid-air.
The statue held by the receptionist suddenly opened its eyes and appeared as if it had come to life. With a step, it landed on the ground.
