A new guest was coming to the inn - a pale, one-armed man with a cold expression; tall and thin. He dressed in a purple robe - the uniform of a corpse controller. He held a purple corpse bell that continuously rang during the night - almost like a soul-stealing call from hell.

The cultivators and merchants outside became alarmed. The chill numbed them.

“A corpse controller from Violetsea.”

“Quite strong too.”

“That’s a Corpse King behind him, does he want to find more powerful corpses at Ancient Jieng?” A knowledgeable old man saw through Bu Tian.

Those accompanied by Corpse Kings were all famous, but they have never heard of a one-armed user before from this sect. How strange.

“Dear customer, how big of a place do you want?” The worker with the jade ruler greeted.

Bu Tian looked towards the inn; his lips moved...