The moon set and the sun rose, a night passed unknowingly, and the Qingyuan Sect became a bit quieter. After a day of adjustment, the disciples had basically adapted to the golden tower above their heads, and they also learned to carefully protect it as they moved around.

The golden tower above Qingyuan flickered from time to time. There were always prison ghosts rushing down.

Prison ghosts had no spiritual intelligence, they just mechanically sensed living beings, repeatedly crashing down, and some prison ghosts drifted westward with the wind.

Under Listening Sea Lake, Su He was in a daze.