Inside Secret Valley Cave, Black-faced Fiend, seated on a stone chair, suddenly shuddered.
An inexplicable sense of danger abruptly welled up in his heart!
The bandit leader set down his wine cup uneasily and reached out to draw over a bronze mirror.
"Big Brother, what's wrong?"
A burly man seated beside him asked in confusion, "Did something happen?"
Black-faced Fiend forced a smile. "Nothing. I'm checking the situation outside."
Black-faced Fiend was not his real name, but a nickname given to him by others, which he had then made into his own calling card.
This was perfectly normal. Cultivators who took to the hills as bandits mostly used false names or nicknames.
Black-faced Fiend had earned his name for his dark face, cruel heart, and thirst for killing. Relying on that reputation, he had gathered a group of down-and-out Rogue Cultivators to haunt the mountains and forests, making a living by plundering merchants and travelers.
He had been doing fairly well.
But Black-faced Fiend knew full well that this line of work could not last forever. One day, a powerful sect disciple might suddenly show up and wipe them all out with the lift of a finger.
To preserve his life, Black-faced Fiend had spent more than half the wealth he had plundered on fortifying his lair.
What he had just taken out was the Duck Mirror from a pair of Mandarin Duck Mirrors.
The matching Mandarin Mirror had been placed outside the cave, allowing them to monitor the situation outside at any time even with the Cave Mansion entrance sealed, guarding against a surprise attack.
When he infused it with Mana, the costly Duck Mirror immediately displayed the image reflected by the Mandarin Mirror.
Then Black-faced Fiend watched in astonishment as a hand rapidly enlarged in the image from