The towering palace stretched downward into long stairs, further extending into a great avenue paved with white stones, with no one in sight, a deathly silence pervading.
Chen Yi didn't have time to ask where the other White Lotus Sect members were, before noticing Chu Yiyuan and others from the White Lotus Sect seeming to see something, hurriedly kneeling forward.
"Chu Yiyuan."
An old, murky voice pressed down, chilling to the bone. Chen Yi wanted to look up at the speaker, but found the voice coming from deeper within the shadows.
Chu Yiyuan and the others prostrated on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, trembling words burst from their throats:
"Greetings, Holy Mother! We deserve ten thousand deaths for our sins!"
After the echo of their words, there was no reply for a long time, only a deathly silence behind the layers of curtains in the hall.
Suddenly, after a momentary pause, came a different voice,
"Oh, who have you brought here?"
