Inside the private dining room.
Seeing everyone's grave expressions, Fang He lowered his voice and shared a piece of intelligence he had gathered. "Everyone, over the past two days, the massacres committed by the Demon Cult across Jintai Prefecture have already numbered more than a dozen-and those are only the incidents various factions have documented and confirmed. Dozens of villages became lands of the dead overnight, and thousands upon thousands of innocent people died horrific deaths.
"That alone shows that this Demon Cult invasion of Jintai Prefecture is far larger than we imagined. It might even be fiercer than the invasion thirty years ago."
Yan Chenglong had always possessed a fierce temperament. Hearing this string of appalling reports, intense hatred instantly blazed in his eyes. He clenched both fists, his voice thick with frustration and fury. "Damn them! Do these Demon Cult fiends have even a shred of humanity?
"To cultivate their evil arts, they slaughtered so many defenseless commoners. They're worse than pigs and dogs!
"I only hate that I'm still too weak, that my cultivation is too low to go down the mountain myself and kill those damned Demon Cult fiends!"
Anger and anxiety likewise surged through Yang Jing's heart.
He, too, had considered following the sect's elders down the mountain to track the Demon Cult and kill those deranged fiends, but he knew the sect had its own arrangements.
The Sect Master had already issued strict orders forbidding inner-door talents and Core Disciples from leaving without permission, precisely to keep them from falling into Demon Cult traps and suffering needless losses.
At this moment, however fiercely his fighting spirit burned, he could only suppress it, remain obediently on Duck Mountain Island, and await the sect's next orders.
The little gathering finally broke up in a heavy, oppressive