Kapitel 1298: Sacred Ground of the Devil Mountain

Qin Wentian continued on his way, with Bujie following him.

"Which one is the Apostle Hall?" Qin Wentian asked. Bujie pointed to a direction as Qin Wentian headed over there. He was very curious with regards to the Apostle Devil Hall. That mysterious young man in white who invited him, as well as the other peak immortal-realm geniuses, was from none other than this hall. What was his intention exactly?

As Qin Wentian entered the Apostle Devil Hall, he discovered that the people here was very little in number. So little that Qin Wentian couldn't even see a single one when he entered. When he walked past the stone stairs, a huge hall appeared before him, yet there was no one at all in the surroundings.

"There are only a very few members of the Apostle Devil Hall?" Qin Wentian curiously glanced at Bujie who was beside him.