As the ghost cultivators retreated, Xiang Yuan remained seated at the main seat.
"This ghostly place is really dull, I wonder why the Sect Master sent me here!"
He muttered to himself.
In fact, he was not oblivious to the Sect Master's reason for sending him here; it was simply because the Sect Master couldn't bear the nagging of those old ghosts within the Sect and had to agree to keep Yellow Springs Hall established.
And he was the unlucky one, just because he was young, he had been dispatched here.
However, his bad luck was just beginning—or rather, it was about to end.
Just as Xiang Yuan was inwardly complaining about the arrangements of the Unpredictable Island Master, the eerie great hall suddenly began to tremble violently.
Rumble~~
Like an earthquake, the entire great hall, the entire palace, was shaking violently.
"What's going on?"
Xiang Yuan's expression turned grim, his eyes eerily looking forward.
