"I am a gatekeeper," the bark-skinned elder coughed several times before stretching his body slightly and speaking.
A gatekeeper? Ning Cheng took a few steps back, cautiously observing the hunched elder. He could tell that the elder's cultivation was formidable, certainly no weaker than Liu Fangzhen. He must be restrained by a forbidden technique; even so, it would be effortless for the elder to kill him.
Seeing Ning Cheng's cautious retreat, the bark-skinned elder chuckled, "I am in charge of guarding these eighty-one blood pillars. If anyone dares to tamper with them, I can kill him instantly. Don't be fooled by my appearance here; I can move to the blood pillar pinning Mu Ge at any moment."
Ning Cheng broke out in cold sweat upon hearing this and gripped his escape talisman tighter. The blood pillar pinning Mu Ge was the first one, which meant the elder could move to any blood pillar at any moment.
