"Old Yang has come again," someone said in a low voice.
A cultivator next to him was startled: "What? Has he been inside before?"
The elderly cultivator with Late-Stage Qi Cultivation was hunched over, his body trembling. His hair and beard were completely white, looking like withered grass, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on the entrance of the mountain ridge, ignoring the hundreds of cultivators around him.
Anyone could tell that this was just a poor cultivator whose lifespan was nearing its end.
No matter how you looked, he didn't appear to be the kind of Child of Celestial Mandate who had been inside the Corpse Prison Forbidden Land and come out alive.
"No, he's here waiting for his son," the person explained. "I've been to the Corpse Prison Forbidden Land several times, just to observe the entrance beforehand and make some preparations."
