The murders that had taken place on the streets of East City District had not spread for the time being.
The doctor and the others had cleaned up everything thoroughly, leaving behind very few clues. Thus, aside from Youfu, most people assumed that a brief battle had taken place. Few knew that a Sixth Tier expert had fallen.
But a storm was brewing.
As the death toll continued to rise.
The fact that someone was secretly hunting Awakened would soon be exposed.
By then, it would also be almost time for Fishbone Temple to open. The entire Tower City, and even the Northern Territory, was bound to face a massive storm.
The next morning.
At the foot of Cloud Mist Mountain, a thousand miles away, Jiang Qiao followed Old Monk Kongxin and Little Monk Yongse as they slowly made their way up the mountain.
Cloud Mist Mountain had earned its name from its towering height, perilous roads, and abundant clouds and mist.
The Northern Territory possessed both the scenery of deserts stretching across ten thousand miles of yellow sand and the magnificent, undulating peaks that continued without end.
The sun had just risen.
Looking up from the foot of the mountain, one could see golden sunlight spilling across the snowy peaks, casting a dazzling halo. Mountain mist flowed like an ocean, and the two sights complemented each other, creating breathtaking scenery.
Old Monk Kongxin told him that deep in the mountains stood a small temple. No one knew when it had been built, but judging from its style, it could probably be traced back a thousand years. Someone had once discovered a Seven-Colored Snow Lotus in that small temple.
That Snow Lotus, however, seemed to have developed some kind of sentience.
When that person tried to pick it, he discovered