A flicker of movement, almost imperceptible, passed through Yang Jing's eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He tapped lightly on the Demon-Catching Tripod, and the Wanhua Child, understanding the unspoken command, released a faint, nearly undetectable wisp of Demonic Qi.
The goatee-wearing Cultivator was completely unaware. The Demonic Qi bewitched him so effectively that even his protective Defensive Magical Treasure failed to activate, leaving him with almost no power to resist.
"Is there anyone else in the Cave Mansion?"
Yang Jing asked coldly.
"There are three of my associates inside the Cave Mansion."
The goatee-wearing Cultivator answered obediently.
"What are their Cultivation levels and what are their skills like?"
When Yang Jing heard there were three more people in the Cave Mansion, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
