Chương 1227: Holy Son (1)

At that moment, five completely different Undead were kneeling before Ye Qingtang. Some were pure skeletons while others were part flesh and part bones like the remains of a body. Some even… looked like normal humans. However, all of them carried the faint scent of death.

"Holy Lord, you have finally returned." A skeleton in a long golden robe spoke with a quavering voice. It raised its head and fixed its dark eye sockets on Ye Qingtang.

Ye Qingtang had no idea who these five Undead were. So, she assumed a calm demeanor and nodded.

"Rise, all of you."

The five Undead got to their feet. Among them was one that looked like a youth. It raised its hands to wipe the unprecedented traces of tears from the corner of its eyes.

"Holy Lord, we have waited for you for many years. Please return to the Temple," several Undead said respectfully.

Ye Qingtang raised her eyes and looked at the pitch-black Temple. She sighed inwardly and walked in.