Looking at the dozens of arrays around the sect, the disciples felt numb, and Master Qingxuan felt numb.
"You will be in charge of tomorrow's disciple ceremony, and there is no need to tell me about it."
With that said, Chen Lan disappeared.
"Yes, Sect Leader!" Master Qingxuan quickly clasped his fists and bowed.
Immediately, he took a deep breath and continued to focus on his work.
...
Bolan City.
A small village.
Inside a certain household, the stench of blood was overwhelming!
The walls, doors, and bed were all stained with fresh blood.
On the ground lay a man's corpse in a terrifying death pose.
His chest looked like it had been clawed open by some wild beast, with all his internal organs torn apart, his eyes wide open in death.
Beside the corpse stood a Black Dog, standing on two legs like a human, extremely eerie.
Its claws were dripping with blood, bits of flesh still clinging to them, terrifyingly gruesome.
