Inside the Cloudwater Supreme Sect outpost, the atmosphere was grave.
Zhou Qianjun, Li Muyun, and Liu Hanyan sat at the head of the hall. They had received word long ago that the Demonic Sect had not left.
Yet the three of them had hesitated all this time. After all, the Demonic Sect was capable of contending against the Tianbao Supreme Sect; its strength could not be underestimated.
But now, rumors that the Demonic Sect had obtained a priceless treasure deep within Misty Marsh were flying everywhere. The three could no longer sit still.
"The Demonic Sect must have encountered a heaven-sent opportunity. Otherwise, after Lu Hanyin's death, they would never have dared brave such immense danger and remain here," Zhou Qianjun said in a deep voice.
The last time, Chen Qing had taken the Nine Nether Yin Sha right beneath their noses, leaving him consumed with regret. If he missed an even greater opportunity this time, he simply could not accept it.
"What should we do now?"
Liu Hanyan frowned. "There are quite a few experts stirring around Dragon Marsh Lake, even within Blackwater Great City. If we arrive too late and the Demonic Sect gets its hands on it, or some other petty thieves pick up the prize..."
Li Muyun slowly raised his eyes, a trace of resolve flashing through them. "We cannot wait any longer. The news is spreading, and delay breeds change. We head for the core region and search now! With the three of us joining forces and using the Sect Secret Technique, we may not have to fear Qi Yu."
He paused, lowering his voice. "Besides..."
As he spoke, he turned his palm over, and a pill the size of a longan appeared in his hand. It was entirely crimson, yet several strange black threads