"Please, assassins of Mu Ye Cave, you have one incense stick's worth of time to set up traps."
Ghost Worry looked at Lingdang and the other two, speaking coldly.
As the Deputy Cave Master, his words carried a hint of mockery, instantly making Lingdang and An Xi feel uneasy.
Thinking back to the past three months, when they had frequently gotten the better of the assassins from Ghost Worry Cave, they understood what was happening.
"But it's really petty..." An Xi muttered.
Lingdang took a deep breath, suppressing the ominous feeling, and headed toward Zhuanzhu Life and Death Cave.
Xie Tian, walking last, came to his senses, glanced at Deputy Cave Master Ghost Worry, and followed closely.
Under the gaze of the three cave's assassins, Lingdang felt somewhat pressured, while An Xi's heart began to race again.
