"Although... this place is not particularly far from the Land of Ultimate Yin that Taoist Priest Yuan mentioned, it is ultimately not the Land of Ultimate Yin! Serious problems will arise, serious problems indeed!"
"Once the curtain is opened, it's very possible... possible... uh..."
At this point, the coachman couldn't utter another word.
Because he watched, wide-eyed, as Fan Wu lifted the curtain.
This burly man with a large sword on his back, who looked like a bandit, seemed to have not heard a word the coachman said.
It was as if he had been completely ignored.
The moment the carriage curtain was pulled open, a cold burst of Yin Energy sprayed out. It was like opening the door of an icehouse in the middle of a hot summer day.
The surge of the chilling Yin Energy made the coachman shiver uncontrollably, and a look of horror gradually appeared on his face: "It's over... it's all over..."