Ling Mo Han imdiately went in pursuit but then ca back not long after and said apologetically to everyone: "They ca in too fast and left too quickly. I could already find no trace of them by the ti I went out in pursuit."
The people from the dical Cultivators all shook their heads one by one when they heard that and Guild Chief Yu said with a sigh: "You are not to be blad. Those people from Hell’s Palace have always been highly elusive and possess high power. That youth must have attracted their attention because of his gifted talent in cultivating and concocting dicine."
"What kind of a power is Hell’s Palace? Will my Master be in any danger?" Leng Shuang ca right before the people and asked anxiously.
The black market’s Chief ca over and said: "Hell’s Palace is holds more might than our black market and it’s a power that not even the Starry Cloud Academy or the various Family Clans can afford to provoke. The Lord of Hell’s Palace is also a highly powerful entity who is even more elusive. No one knows where the Hell’s Palace is really located and for our little Ghost Doctor brother to fall into their hands, I’m afraid that it will only bode ill for him....."
"It’s can’t be! Nothing will happen to my Master!" Leng Shuang shouted loudly, her eyes gazing frostily at the black market’s Chief. "The black market must help find my Master!"
"Rest assured. We will definitely look into locating your Master’s whereabouts." Chief Ke said, not refusing Leng Shuang.
"You can set your heart at ease in regards to that. To my knowledge, the Hell’s Palace had recently abducted quite a number of Elixir and dical Cultivators. Your Master might not be in any danger at all." The Chief of the dical Cultivators Guild said and then gave out a sigh. It had been a proper and well organized Miracle dicine Grand et to pick out strong talents but those guys from Hell’s Palace had to co make a ss of everything.
The incident quickly spread like feathers caught in the wind, making people sigh helplessly while they could only guess whether that red clothed Young Master was still alive or dead.
However, as the darkness of night descended, a dark figure ca silently with a few long leaps over the rooftops to co to a courtyard.
"Our respects to Hell’s Lord!"
The sixteen black robed cultivators within the courtyard knelt respectfully on one knee and greeted solemnly.
"All rise!"
A low and chilling voice imbued with a powerful oppressive aura rang out. With a billow of his robes, he sat himself down by the stone table. As he turned around to sit, his countenance also ca into view.
That was a shockingly handso face, one looking like that of a celestial being. The features on that face seed like they had been carefully sculpted by the Heavens, the outline of the face highly distinct like it had been carved out with a knife, cold and unyielding but not reducing the handso looks in the slightest. Under the strong straight brows, was a pair of eyes filled with a mysterious light, holding in a chilling but alluring sharpness. With one single glance of those eyes, one could not help but lower their heads, unable to et the sight of those enchanting jet black eyes filled with such oppressive power.
And beneath that highly raised and straight nose, was a slightly thin pair of sexy looking lips, where at that very mont were pressed together, his entire being exuding with a powerful and chilling aura, august and imposing like a celestial deity, a tyrannical air of one who was able to seemingly reign over the Heavens and Earth!
If Feng Jiu had seen him at that mont, he would surely yell out in surprise: "Uncle Ling!"
That’s right. The Lord of Hell’s Palace, Hell’s Lord, was exactly the very sa Ling Mo Han that Feng Jiu was familiar with. Ling Mo Han was just an identity he had assud as a teacher of the Cloudy Brook Academy while on his travels out in the world. The big bushy beard he had on his face was also sothing that had been carefully treated and stuck on, so real it could easily pass off as the real thing.
"How is the he?" The Hell’s Lord asked softly, in a deep voice filled with lazy indolence, tinged with a dominating aura.
"Reporting to Hell’s Lord. That kid we brought back is still unconscious and has not awoken." One of the black robed cultivators answered respectfully.
"Watch him carefully. Bring him back to Hell’s Palace with tomorrow."
Hearing those words, the sixteen black robed cultivators were absolutely filled with delight. "The Lord is coming back to Hell’s Palace?"
His voice had just fallen when a guard from behind shouted out in shock: "Guards! That kid is trying to escape!"
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