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"Senior Yan, what's the situation now?" Zhang Jiugao looked towards the disciples of Mo Zhu Mountain for a while, his expression immediately turned somber. Accompanied by several others, he greeted a round-faced, bearded Daoist in a black robe who was standing guard inside the formation with a respectful bow.
Li Fan didn't interrupt the meditating Fuling and followed the others into the main hall to pay respects. Upon entering, he instantly noticed a bloody stench and turned his head to see a row of coffins in the side hall. They were sealed with talismans and bound with red cords.
