The Calamity Begins

The Calamity Begins

The mountain forest was silent, its trees lush and dense. Sunlight filtered through, broken into dappled fragments. Yet beneath those layered patches of light and shadow, not a single human figure could be seen.

Qiao the Fifth frowned. "Where did that little brat go?"

Yin Thunder Child's expression was equally grim. "He hid in the woods?"

"Where could he have hidden?"

"Burrowed underground?"

"There isn't a trace on the ground. How could he have burrowed underground?"

"Then that means..."

The four exchanged glances, their pupils shrinking.

Concealment?!

That little brat had actually cultivated a concealment spell?

Qiao the Fifth burst into curses. "Damn it, he's slippery as an eel already, and now he can even conceal himself? What the hell is this?"

"How the fuck are we supposed to catch him?"

He truly was a sinister little thing!

Fire Buddha's gaze darkened as well.

Thinking of something, Yin Thunder Child frowned. "That little brat is only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Even if he learned a Concealment Technique, how could it possibly evade the Divine Consciousness of us Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators?"

This was something Fire Buddha and the others had never anticipated.

"Before he was caught... what did that have to do with this little brat? Could Yin Lao'er have been the one this brat got thrown in there?"

Qiao the Fifth was displeased.

A vicious glint flashed through Fire Buddha's eyes, but it quickly softened. His expression became compassionate, and his voice mild.

The flesh on Ghost-Faced Baleful's face sank. "Yin Lao'er's... Small Five Elements Stealth Technique?"

"Yin Lao'er lived for over two hundred years before cultivating his Concealment Technique to perfection. How old is this little brat? How many night roads has he walked? How could he have learned concealment to such