Su Ling'er took the lead, stepping through the pitch-black tower gate.
The nearly one hundred new recruits behind her, each with their own agenda, could only bite the bullet and follow.
The darkness before them lasted only for a moment before being dispelled by candlelight.
The recruits found themselves in an excessively spacious stone hall. Its four walls were smooth and unadorned. The only thing in it was a familiar figure seated in the center.
Mr. Qian.
He had the same stiff, wooden appearance, his face devoid of expression.
Su Ling'er walked up to Mr. Qian and gave him a slight bow.
"Mr. Qian, by order of the sect's mission elder, I am here to lead the newly promoted disciples on a sect mission."
"I am the guide in charge of the group."
'Sigh, this once-mighty expert of the righteous path was refined into such a state after his death. He's lost even his self-awareness, forced to serve the demonic sect day after day. I hope Senior Brother... doesn't end up like this.'
