C83 End of immortal mansion

The red-clothed old man's words were sonorous and firm. They could not be objected to. But, it made Duanmu Cang, who was floating above the blood cauldron frown, somewhat unhappy.

"Fellow Daoist, your words are rather firm."

Duanmu Cang cupped his hands toward red dress, his face still revealing the same smile, but his voice was a little cold as he spoke.

"Humph!" Brother Gu