As Pei Yuhang watched, Sect Leader Zhang and his people hurriedly dragged Yao Feng's corpse away.
With the cautionary tale of Sect Leader Zhang fresh in their minds, the Cultivators who passed by afterward were all scared into silence. They kept a wide berth from the Stone Gate, not even daring to raise their heads to meet Pei Yuhang's gaze, afraid that a single misstep would bring about their own demise.
Soon, rumors of a ruthless White-clothed Sword Immortal appearing in the Abyssal Sea Palace would likely begin to spread.
Not that Pei Yuhang cared. In fact, it would be even better if the news could reach Yueqiu and Junior Sister Nangong, wherever they were.
Finally, the last group of fleeing Cultivators escaping the blood mist vanished at the end of the passage, and quiet returned to the area.
Just then, Pei Yuhang suddenly sensed an intense fluctuation of Spiritual Qi from behind him. It surged ceaselessly like the tide, making even the stone walls tremble faintly.
