Sky Gate Mountain, Elder's Council.
Five elders circled Meng Jingzhou, marveling at his situation.
"Martial Nephew Meng has an interesting curse."
"No kidding, I've lived for over two thousand years and this is the first time I've come across such a strange curse, even during my time in Wild State I didn't encounter anything like this."
"This curse isn't really useful to Martial Nephew Meng, anyways, since he's Single Body Spiritual Root, and this curse will automatically dissipate after a period of time."
"Don't worry Little Meng, you were wronged by Qiu Jin'an, I will definitely help you recover from this setback!"
"Good disciple, how are you feeling right now?"
"Witchcraft and curses originate from Wild State, Old Four, you are the only one among us who has been to Wild State and learned about curses, what do you think?"
Four elders, Meng Jingzhou, and Lu Yang all turned their heads to look at the Fourth Elder, who was idly fanning himself with a feather fan."