You Gu's shout made the scalps of everyone present crawl.
The surroundings fell deathly silent, with only the night wind sweeping across the mountain ridge.
The other newcomers stared, their eyes nearly popping from their sockets, at the decrepit old man prostrating on the ground.
'He's crazy.'
'This old coot has definitely gone mad.'
He had a full head of white hair and one foot in the grave. Instead of spending his last few years in peace, doting on his grandchildren, he chose to prostrate himself before a blood-soaked ghoul in a den of demons?
How was this seeking the Dao? This was clearly a death wish, an eagerness to be reincarnated!
'No... That's not right...'
In the crowd, the newcomers' gazes shifted back and forth between Su Ling'er and You Gu.
'If the old man were truly mad, that would be one thing. But what if he wasn't?'
What if this demoness had instantly broken him, turning him into this? Or what if he was already devoted to the demonic path?
