"I can't die here! Master, why aren't you sending a message to the church?"
The young man in black urged, and upon hearing this, irritation crossed the face of Master Chen Lian. If it weren't for the young man's background, he really would have wanted to slap him to death.
Chen Lian said gravely, "Ghost Young Master, I have already sent a message, but the church has not replied."
Upon hearing this, the young man known as the Ghost Young Master became even more restless.
"Is there no way to teleport me out?" the Ghost Young Master asked anxiously, not wanting to die here.
"Humph, teleport out? Do you still deserve to be a disciple of the Netherworld Holy Sect?" An elder with gray hair couldn't help but scoff.
Hearing that, the Ghost Young Master glared at him and retorted, "I merely sought temporary cultivation with your Netherworld Holy Sect; I am not your disciple!"
