The Ten Thousand Spirits Festival!
Bai Yuan's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words.
He still remembered the first time he'd heard the term. It was back in Qinghe County. The Soul-Chasing Tower's madness was all because of the Ten Thousand Spirits Festival.
He had asked You Shengnan about it later.
But You Shengnan couldn't give him an answer, only that the Demon Sect had killed far too many people for this so-called Ten Thousand Spirits Festival.
"Please enlighten me, Senior."
Bai Yuan knew how to ask for a favor and respectfully bowed to Zhou Siming.
Although Zhou Siming couldn't see, Bai Yuan was certain the man could sense it.
Zhou Siming seemed to be in a good mood and, for once, was quite talkative. "You think the Demon Sect causes all this bloodshed just for kicks?"
"What they're really after is the ultimate form of power."
