Crow Mountain Range
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
In the pitch-black mountain forest, a group of people moved quietly, making faint sounds as they brushed against the grass and trees.
They were martial artists clad in battle robes and masks. Though they gave off no Martial Dao aura, their movements alone marked them as first-rate experts.
"Sect Master."
One of the martial artists walking ahead stopped and transmitted, "My Spiritual Sense is restricted. I can only probe one or two zhang around me."
From the voice, it was clear that this was Li Qingyang.
Following behind were Lu Qianqian, Xiao Ziji, Li Fei, Tian Qi, He Wudi, and the other Core Disciples.
Where was the Night Emperor?
He was in the group as well.
However, he was currently howling inwardly, How the hell did I end up sleeping outside the latrine yesterday?!
At the previous sect banquet, he had gotten drunk and danced before the bonfire. Yesterday, he had gotten drunk and slept outside his room. This was an absolute blow to his self-esteem!
"No, no!"
Ye Xingchen said, "From now on, I won't touch a drop of alcohol!"
To prevent another stain on his record, A Niu immediately decided to quit drinking!
"Indeed."
Jun Changxiao sat in a tree, gnawing on an apple as he said, "The miasma here isn't poisonous, but it has the effect of blocking Spiritual Sense."
Beneath the tree stood Purple Lin Demon King, Great King of Hundred Hills, Ding Xingwang, and Yao Mengying.
The sect's higher-ups and Core Disciples had all come. This meant that they were currently in the region that had made the Starfall Continent tremble at the mere mention of its name—the Crow Mountain Range!
After taking down the Demon Emperor Gate's four Protectors, the other side would certainly receive