Qingzhou, Ghost Ridge Palace!
Su Jie stood in front of the main hall at the Mountain Gate.
Before the hall, on the open ground, there was a deep pit leading straight into the depths underground.
Standing around were the Sect Master of Ghost Ridge Palace, Zhang Junwei, Tang Peiqing, Taoist Qiu and other elders, along with numerous disciples, all staring intently at the pit.
Su Jie had returned from Qing Province three days ago, and after briefly discussing the battle situation with Zhang Junwei, he tirelessly continued to work for the development of Ghost Ridge Palace. The current pit before them was Su Jie's creation.
Suddenly, a commotion came from the pit.
The thousand-hand centipede, covered in mud, crawled out of the pit, shook its body, and made a hissing sound towards Su Jie.
Su Jie smiled and said to Zhang Junwei, "Sect Master, it's done."
"Really, let me see."
