Watching the group of shadowy figures carrying the coffin, Ye Lan furrowed her brows, as did the other disciples. They couldn't discern the aura of the figures before them, and that caused a sense of dread to sink into their hearts.
The figures approaching them were indeed the Nine Nether Thirteen Fierce. Under the cover of night, they resembled thirteen ghostly shadows, so terrifying in aspect.
"We are disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall of the Supreme Sect," one male disciple called out sternly. Within the bounds of the Tai Cang Imperial Dynasty, as disciples of the Supreme Sect, they still felt quite confident.
At his words, the Nine Nether Thirteen Fierce remained unmoved, watching them with an oppressive closeness that forced the Law Enforcement Hall disciples to retreat.
"Alright, don't scare them. Let them leave quickly," a faint voice came from within the coffin.
Zhen Qin's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but shout, "Senior Brother Su?"
Su Han?
