"The Ghost Bride isn't fully cultivated yet; I can't let you disrupt this great event."
The short-statured Gongyang Ji stood ahead, his voice echoing a chilling, mocking laugh.
Behind him was the silhouette of the Ghost Bride, Han Ruyan.
The resentment and fear of the entire city also needed time to be absorbed and digested.
"Seeing this tactic, could it be from the Demon Cultivators of Ghost Ridge Palace who have actually mixed with these people from the Righteous sect?"
Stroking his goatee, Zou Minzun's gaze lingered on the thousand-hand centipede wrapped around Su Jie's arm and the multi-legged centipede hanging from Xiao Fengyuan's neck for several seconds before he spoke, "Why not join our Heavenly Soul Sect? With your talents, if you revere me as your master, I might spare your lives."
The Righteous Disciples on guard watched Su Jie and the other two with increasing wariness.