In the cemetery of Tuocheng, Xie Tian sat cross-legged.
Surrounding him, over two thousand people were seated.
Above his head, at least twenty strands of True Yuan at the Great Perfection Realm of the Dan Tribulation swirled around.
And beneath his feet, the over two thousand hair-raising reserve soldiers, following a dawdling old man, treaded slowly among the endless skeletons.
It wasn't until this moment that Xue Yan and others deeply realized that Xie Tian's respect for the old man was not without reason.
At the very least, they couldn't manage to stroll leisurely through the endless skeletons as he did.
"Old... Elder..."
The old man drawled, "Call me Old Daddy from now on, and don't talk. Do you want to disturb these honored spirits and not be able to sleep at night?"
Wasn't it you who made us take this path? The group was speechless.
At this moment, Old Daddy was quite speechless himself.
