The Soul-Locking of Wuchang

The village was shrouded in mist as Fan Wujiu instructed Hong Tongshan to wait on the side while he inquired about the situation.

His sharp gaze swept across the surroundings before he closed his eyes, determining the direction of the Yin energy, focusing on the mountain in the Yunguo Village.

“Do you know why the Yin energy is so dense here, little fairy?” he asked.

Wanwan furrowed her brows, unsure whether or not to speak.

She hadn’t had a chance to inform Siming yet.

Observing Wanwan’s unhidden thoughts, Fan Wujiu asked again, “Is there any inconvenience in speaking directly?”

Wanwan shook her head, organizing her thoughts.

“Uncle Fan, I’m not entirely certain. However, my brother inquired about the local legends, and after some consideration, I believe the most likely reason is that this mountain is the burial place of the Candle Dragon.”

Fan Wujiu suddenly raised his head. “Candle Dragon?”