The sounds coming from the mountains were utterly terrifying, and flashes of fire accompanied them from time to time. Chen Wang had no idea what was causing such a commotion. He gazed into the distance, immensely curious.
The Rogue Cultivators in the Slum Area looked around with uncertainty and alarm.
There were quite a few demon beasts in the Desolate Mountain outside, though the powerful ones all dwelled deeper within.
The Cultivation World held immense dangers. They relied on the Red Cloud Sect's protection to eke out a living here.
Rumble!
The Slum Area shook again. Chen Wang worriedly glanced at his Small Wooden House, wondering whether his crude wooden dwelling could survive the night. Fortunately, the low roar, resembling both ox and dragon, gradually faded away, as though it had entered the depths of the Desolate Mountain.
Many Rogue Cultivators gathered together, chattering away. In recent days, aside from the Red Cloud Sect Enforcement Team capturing several cultivators who had snuck in with ill intentions, nothing much had happened.
Only the great tomb of Green Crane True Immortal remained as popular as ever. From time to time, an item supposedly circulated from it would appear, though no one knew whether it was genuine.
Just as Chen Wang was about to return, the corner of his eye caught sight of a mature, voluptuous, and graceful woman.
The woman had delicate features and wore light makeup. She was dressed in a white gauze blouse, its collar slightly open.
It revealed a neck as white as jade. Her breasts were faintly visible beneath it, and her hair was disheveled.
It was Feng Lin, Xu Yuan's late wife.
Feng Lin's complexion had grown increasingly radiant, as though the pain of losing her husband had done her no harm.
Chen Wang keenly noticed that