That evening, Chen Qing was cultivating.
A voice came from outside the courtyard. "Chief Disciple Chen, the Sect Master has summoned you! It is an urgent matter!"
"Alright, I understand."
Chen Qing hastily withdrew his cultivation and rushed toward the Assembly Hall.
An urgent matter!?
What had happened?
By the time Chen Qing arrived, He Yuzhou was already seated at the head of the hall, his expression grave.
Peng Zhen, Tan Yang, Hong Yuandong, several elders remaining behind, and the Wutai Army commanders had all arrived. Every face was solemn as they wondered why the Sect Master had called them together so urgently.
He Yuzhou's sharp gaze swept across the hall, and his brows suddenly drew tight. "Where are Junior Sister Chu and Shen Xiuyong?"
There was a trace of urgency in his voice.
Sang Yanping hurriedly rose and replied, "Reporting to the Sect Master, in recent days, strange beasts have frequently been stirring near the fishery by a tributary of Qianchuan Marsh, attacking our properties. Junior Sister Chu feared it was a Demonic Sect ploy to make a feint in the east and strike in the west, so she and Shen Xiuyong went to investigate early this morning as a precaution. They have not yet returned."
"Activity at the fishery?"
A sharp glint flashed through He Yuzhou's eyes, and a cold sneer rose in his heart.
Just as expected!
The secret letter he had received moments ago had already stirred up towering waves within him.
Its contents were exceedingly brief, yet earth-shattering—the Demonic Sect's main force was on the move, and its target was very likely Xuanjia Gate!
Now that he heard Chu Jinyun had left over the fishery matter, he almost immediately concluded that the so-called disturbance at the fishery was nothing but a carefully orchestrated lure the