"Clang..."
"Clatter, clatter..."
In an instant, sparse, chaotic noises rose from the silent camp.
They were the sounds of various objects falling after people underwent sudden changes.
Then, the camp returned to silence.
Beyond the firelight, the red eyes of two Supernatural Creatures lit up. They hurried forward a few steps, but then stopped, raised their hands to look at the sky, and slowly retreated, finally vanishing into the dense night.
As dawn brightened, a ray of light pierced the heavy night and fell into the center of the camp.
It illuminated a wide stretch of lush green grass, swaying without wind.
Time reversed to one incense stick earlier.
One fat and one thin figure walked along the desolate road with lanterns in hand, looking back every few steps and occasionally climbing to high ground to gaze into the distance.
The pitch-black night seemed to pose little obstacle to them.
"Fatty, how much farther are they?" The thin man stopped and turned to ask the fat man beside him.
A closer look revealed that the thin man was dark and gaunt, his Daoist robe full of creases and holes. He looked utterly slovenly, and even the hair crown atop his head sat crooked. The fat man, meanwhile, was plump-faced and large-eared, with layer upon layer of folds around his body. He held two Demon Subduing Pestles, each a foot and a half long, like chopsticks.
If Wei Wu had seen them, he would surely have pointed with an Orchid Finger.
Hey, shit monk!
They were none other than Wu De and Fahai.
Whether in the Eastern Land or the Abyss World, this Daoist and monk had noses sharper than hounds.
Wherever there was excitement, there they would be.
That, too, was a skill.
Fahai stretched out his long tongue,