Wang Yao followed the two Taoists. He had the Soul Repressing Tower in his hand. It was quite heavy.
The other Taoists waiting for them outside the tomb started to become anxious.
"Hey, our teacher and uncle have been inside the tomb for a long time. I hope they are fine," one of the Taoists said.
"They will be fine. Our teacher and uncle are extraordinary Taoism practitioners. Let's just wait here for them," another young Taoist said.
A second later, they heard sounds coming out of the tomb. They became worried again.
"Teacher! Uncle!" one of the young Taoists called out.
As soon as they saw the two elderly Taoists, they stopped worrying.
"All is good now. We've gotten rid of the evil ghost," Zhang Siheng said.
"Fantastic," his student said.
"I didn't do much. This gentleman killed the evil ghost," Zhang Siheng said as he pointed at Wang Yao with a smile.
"No, sir, I was just helping out," Wang replied.
