Dianzhou, Fu City, Chu Family Castle.
By now, it was already early winter, and even the usually warm Dianzhou carried a hint of chill. After several consecutive rains, the ancient castle's moss-covered blue bricks exuded a damp cold.
A man with a delicate face walked swiftly through the ancient castle, dressed like a scholar, with a hint of joy in his eyes.
His name was Chu Huan, the young master of Chu Family Castle. Zhang Kui had seen him once when sneaking in using the Nether Soil stone coffin. Unlike his father, he harbored a great sense of justice for the human race and secretly led people to worship the Divine Court Bell.
After arriving at the backyard, Chu Huan glanced at the eerie hall, took a deep breath, and a flash of determination appeared in his eyes as he strode inside.
The room was dimly lit. On a soft couch sat an old man in coarse clothes, frowning, holding a long tobacco pipe, the glow of the tobacco flickering in the darkness.
