Harvey grew curious when he sensed the aura locking onto him.

The Smalt Sect’s tricks had exceeded his expectations. The sect wouldn’t be as complacent as some of the sacred martial arts training grounds, either. They were used to their tradition, but they could also accept things of modern society.

Terrifying forces like these would be difficult to deal with.

There was a reason the sect could survive for more than a thousand years.

While Harvey was thinking about the situation, a figure in a yellow robe stepped into the room from the window.

His robes were worn out, and the beads hanging on his neck were filled with blood and scars. His hands were folded together, and he glanced at Harvey with a grim expression.

With a getup like that, he wouldn’t even need to wear makeup for a horror movie.

The tiles where he landed instantly turned to dust, leaving only two faint footprints.

Horrifying! How horrifying!

The disciples of the Smalt Sect instinctively stepped back.

Even a few