A strange occurrence had taken place in Ling City recently. Every evening, the sound of a woman sobbing could be heard.
The City Lord's Mansion sent people to investigate, but they found nothing.
The sobbing continued, like that of a ghostly spirit—its voice could be heard, but its whereabouts could not be seen. For a time, the people were gripped by panic and stayed indoors.
Yet there were also bold souls who refused to believe such nonsense and deliberately wandered about during that time.
As a result, they vanished without a trace.
Secluded Wind Forest.
Chi Yu and the other two left the place, intending to travel to the Great Yue Royal Capital.
After packing their belongings, Second Aunt kept looking back with reluctance. Chi Yu could only shake his head with a bitter smile.
"Let's go!"
"Mm."
The three leaped into the air and headed toward the Great Yue Royal Capital.
Ling City lay north of Four Directions City and bordered it.
Because of the evening sobbing and the disappearances, rewards had been posted at the city gates, recruiting Daoists to enchant talismans and subdue demons.
But over the past few days, the Daoists who came to slay the demon were either frauds after the reward or half-baked cultivators who died before accomplishing anything.
The City Lord's Mansion was at its wits' end. Left with no choice, the City Lord sent a memorial to the royal capital by urgent eight-hundred-li dispatch, requesting that officials from the capital come to help.
The City Lord of Ling City was surnamed Zhang. He was a genuine scholar by background, a civil official.
The strongest Dao Master in the city was the commander of the guard army. Some time ago, he led troops to investigate the source of the sound, but