Before them stood a man and a woman, both with furrowed brows, examining their surroundings.
The man looked at Haotian with a sinister gaze and said, "I wonder why the Young Master of the Demon Clan has gone to such lengths to capture us."
Haotian noticed the man's expression, his own demeanor turning cold as he glanced at the woman beside him, who was trembling and seemed lost in thought.
"Ghost Lady," Haotian called out to the figure behind him.
"Here, at your service." Ghost Lady hurried forward upon hearing Haotian, looking at him respectfully.
"Do you know what position this woman held at Netherworld Mountain?" Haotian whispered in Ghost Lady's ear.
