"Stop asking so many questions. Since you're here, unleash your weapons and fight us! If you win, you can continue your search for the ancient power of the immortals; but if you lose, you'll have to leave your lives behind!"
In response to Lie Wuhen's question, Zang Jian Zhenren sighed lightly, and with his longsword, he pointed it remotely at Lie Wuhen!
At the same time, Qing Song Zhenren and Shi Mo Ol' Man also raised their arms, longswords in hand, pointing at their respective disciples, now renowned in the immortal realm: Ye Wulei and Fang Hao!
"Master, why is this? We haven't seen each other for thousands of years, why must we meet with swords drawn?"
Lie Wuhen looked confusingly at Zang Jian Zhenren and voiced the question in his heart!
"Because they are no longer who they once were. They are now merely puppets controlled by the black-clad corpse woman. The fact they remember you is merely due to her intentions!"
