More than ten consecutive days of calling wind and rain had long since drawn the cultivators' attention.
In a certain human city, two Golden Core Cultivators flew on swords toward the desolate mountains. Close behind them ran over a dozen Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators on the ground. Carrying nets and iron chains, the group headed straight for a mountainous region flashing with lightning and rumbling with thunder. Ever since the war between humans and the Demon Race began, countless cultivators had gathered in the cities, while sects and Lineages had also come to claim a share of the spoils and build their reputations.
In midair, a young cultivator in splendid robes, nearly thirty years old, flew on his sword alongside a white-bearded old man.
"Young Master, that demon snake has been wandering the desolate mountains for no reason. It must be plotting something. Be careful not to fall into the demons' trap," the old man advised as they flew, hoping the young master would not take the risk.
The young master in splendid robes chuckled.
"Old Liu, you worry too much. No matter how those demons scheme, how could they possibly match us humans? In the previous battles, were they not always outwitted by our human stratagems? Playing such tricks, they are still too green."
"As for that demon snake, I am very interested in it. According to the scouts' reports, it can call wind and rain. That is exceedingly rare. Capturing it to serve as my demon slave would be quite nice."
"But..." Old Liu still wanted to persuade him.
The young master in splendid robes shot him a look. Old Liu, a Golden Core Stage cultivator, immediately fell silent. Sometimes, keeping one's mouth shut was better.
The Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators behind them were slower. The two Golden