The disciples of Fuyang Sect were uneasy. Last night, a senior brother escorted Senior Uncle Zuo back to his room. There was a scream in the middle of the night, and he hasn't come out yet.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that the door creaked open, and Senior Uncle Zuo walked out, picking his teeth. Behind him was the senior brother who had escorted him back to his room last night. His face was marked with a bright red handprint, his eyes were lifeless, and he seemed to have lost the will to live.

"S-Senior Uncle..."

"Oh! Young man, you're up early waiting for me to get up. I'll treat you to a meal tomorrow!"