Outside Dayu State, within a hidden stretch of mountain range.
The surrounding mist was thick, and human presence scarce.
Two figures silently appeared, descending into a secret hall atop a mountain peak like specters.
"Just got the news, the Buddha Lord who sought our cooperation before, he's dead!"
One of the figures, a black-robed youth, whispered.
Beside him was a graceful lady with purple patterns on her cheeks, and if Li Hao were here, he could recognize that these two were the same Desolate Gods from outside Qingzhou City before.
In front of them, an enormous old man crouched on the ground with a hunched back, resembling a heavy boulder, holding a dark, curved cane that resembled an ancient tree in his hand. At the top of the cane was a human face, its eyes constantly rolling, occasionally narrowing into a sinister smile.
"Buddha Lord?"
Hearing the youth's words, the old man turned around, eyes drooping with wrinkles, and looked at the black-robed youth, asking:
