"Ah!" Mo Feixuan was startled, her pretty face draining of color. "Hell, Grandpa, does hell really exist in this world?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not hell. That place is a forbidden zone for humanity, suppressing the most terrifying clan among the ancient hundred races!" The elder in purple cloak spoke with a grave expression.
"Master, could it be the Ghost Tribe that is mentioned in the ancient books?" Old Zhong also took a fright.
"Yes, it is the Ghost Tribe. The wounds on this lad were inflicted by a powerful being of the Ghost Tribe, with a cultivation level no weaker than mine!" The elder's eyes darkened.
"Hiss!" Old Zhong inhaled sharply. My goodness, a member of the Ghost Tribe with a cultivation level not inferior to the master's, that's terrifying!
"Grandpa, what is the Ghost Tribe? Are they ghosts? Will they come out and eat people?" Mo Feixuan asked anxiously.
