Fanputi, Kang Yuan, and Ma Dayou raced like lightning, scaling mountains and crossing ridges. In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they had arrived at Eagle Head Valley, which had been mentioned earlier.
Eagle Head Valley lay deep within the southeastern reaches of Mo Mountain. Its rocks were jagged and its slopes steep; viewed from afar from the front, it resembled an eagle's head, hence its name.
At the bottom of Eagle Head Valley stood a woman in violet robes, her face veiled in gauze and precious jade adorning her brow. Her breath was fragrant as iris orchids as she stood delicately before five burly men of differing appearances. Far from seeming weak, she possessed a radiant domineering aura that could swallow mountains and rivers, ruling the world with tyrannical might. The sight of her was astonishing.
She was not tall, only about one meter sixty by estimation. Purple Cloud Boots covered her feet, while the embroidered sash at her waist drifted like willow branches. In her hand, held between fingers tender as scallion shoots, was an oval green leaf.
The five men behind her were each cold, unruly, and vicious in temperament, their faces brimming with Killing Intent. One look was enough to tell that they were fiends who had killed countless people. Yet before the woman in violet, they were as docile as kittens, not daring the slightest transgression.
"Brother Wen, you've come."
Fanputi arrived with the Karma Severing Buddha Sword on his back, Buddhist light spreading out and dispersing the Killing Intent and baleful aura in the mountains. His cultivation was formidable enough that the five great experts behind Ziyuan drew in their imposing presences.
Fanputi's expression was stern. Before he could reply, Kang Yuan and Ma Dayou behind him bowed