Eight days after the Ghost Tomb ruins were opened, disciples from the major powers, scattered across different regions, began to gather. They started heading towards the center of the Ghost Tomb together. The prodigies of the Qin Dynasty were no exception.
When Qin Wudao found them, they had already formed a small team of eight: Wu Ming, Wang Lingling, Peng Shizhuang, Qin Xiaolong, Qin Zhangu, Li Wen, Bai Xing, and Zhang Bao. However, they were in a terrible state, utterly disheveled. They looked pale, panting heavily. Li Wen and Zhang Bao, whose cultivation was weaker, had several bleeding wounds staining their clothes red.
"How did you get hurt?"
At this moment, Qin Wudao stepped out from the shadows. Dressed in fine, flowing robes with a jade crown on his head, he projected the image of a gentle and refined gentleman, as if he wasn't the same person who had been mercilessly slaughtering ghosts earlier.
"Who's there?"
