The high-ranking cultivators of Cangyun Valley left behind several treasures before departing the cliff. They returned to their respective caves, activated their seals, and fell silent, refusing to see even their own disciples. An eerie quiet settled over the valley.
Before the sect's main hall.
The Cangyun Valley Sect Master wore a cold expression. He glanced at the young disciples standing in a row, each holding meat, waved a hand, then turned and entered the hall. With a bang, the great doors shut behind him.
The young disciples went pale and hurried toward the secret realm gorge, trembling with fear.
For some reason, the disciples of the valley felt that today's clouds and mist were especially thick, the moisture especially heavy.
As they walked, the mist dampened their hair.
By the time the disciples arrived at the secret realm gorge carrying the meat, the ruins from the battle had already been cleaned spotless. Broken trees had been restored with spells. Some dwellings were gone, replaced by new stone tables and benches. The Little Girl lay on a soft cloud bank with her head pillowed on her arms, gazing at the sky. The big-headed, mottled giant tiger lowered its head and washed its ears with its forepaws. The music once heard everywhere had vanished, and the sect was exceptionally quiet.
The young disciples carefully arranged the meat, moving as lightly as possible, afraid of drawing the fierce tiger's attention and being swallowed whole.
Inwardly, they cursed the elders and core disciples for being less than human. Whenever something happened, they sent low-ranking disciples to die.
The fat tiger stopped rubbing its ears.
It looked at the meat, then at the humans delivering it. Opening its mouth, it spat out a pile of scraps and distributed them before lowering its head to