A mountain storm was brewing.
Su Qing felt somewhat heavy-hearted.
These past few days, though he had been so consumed with refining puppets that he forgot food and sleep, he had occasionally gone out to buy materials and heard bits and pieces about the current state of the Forward Camp.
After occupying the Dwarf Mountain Defense Line, the demonic beasts seemed to be digesting the fruits of victory and had not immediately attacked the Forward Camp.
It made sense. Humans feared demonic beasts, and demonic beasts feared humans too.
If not for the changes in the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range, leaving them with no way to survive, they would not have come down the mountain to fight Human Cultivators head-on.
Now that they had acquired a stretch of Dwarf Mountain containing branches of spirit veins to sustain their cultivation, the demonic beasts had no immediate need to fight the Human Cultivators to the death.
But such a situation clearly would not last long.
As more and more demonic beasts descended from the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range, the resources they currently occupied would eventually be unable to support their growing numbers.
The demonic beasts would inevitably turn their gaze forward once more!
"The calm before the storm. Who knows how long this calm will last."
Su Qing murmured to himself. Holding the Forward Camp was something Cloud Mountain Disciples needed to worry about. He should not fret over it blindly.
As a so-called Outer Disciple with nothing but an empty designation and not even basic benefits, Su Qing very consciously made his way into the Stall Area.
He cupped his hands toward a square-faced, broad-featured middle-aged stallholder in a thin padded jacket and asked with a smile, "Greetings, fellow cultivator. This humble Daoist wishes to set up a stall here. May