Yang Zhenshan opened his crow-like mouth and said irritably, "That also means several Foundation Establishment cultivators and Golden Body Realm martial artists... no, it's over a dozen!"
"No, what are they trying to do here?"
He guessed that there might be trouble with Xuanzhen, but he never imagined it would be such a big problem.
A faint smile appeared on Xuanzhen's face, "To fan the flames and exacerbate the war between the Nether Prison Sect and the Three Sects of Lingxiu!"
"What is their goal?"
"To seize souls and refine the Blood Pool, creating Ghost Soldiers."
Yang Zhenshan really didn't know what to say, what on earth is this Unpredictable Ghost Sect?
He hesitated for a moment and said, "I need to think this over carefully, damn it, if I'd known you had such big troubles, I wouldn't have come looking for you!"
"Hehe~~" Xuanzhen chuckled lightly, not feeling angry at Yang Zhenshan's gripe; on the contrary, he felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
