White Crane Hollick.
The four innate state priests, He He, Lin Junlong, Zhang Shouyang, and some others gathered at the top of the mound, their eyes all fixed on the ancient well. Lu Yuanqing kept a solemn look on his face—being the one with the highest cultivation level, he sensed it the most acutely.
Spilling out of the well was unmistakably a dense and pure Yin energy, which would even materialize every now and then, rising up in thin streaks of black smoke—exactly what He He saw earlier.
"Priest Li, you have been living here for over a week, hasn't anything struck you as unusual?" asked Sikong Chan all of a suddenly, implicitly accusing Li Suchun of holding back information.
Li Suchun would have none of that and retorted right away, "I was refining my corpse in the shed the entire time. Why on earth would I climb all the way up here?"
