After leaving the stronghold, Lin Fan's appearance rapidly changed, transforming him into an utterly ordinary rogue cultivator.
He did not leave the marketplace. Instead, he blended into the surrounding crowd.
Half a day later, at a tavern.
Lin Fan sat by the window, looking down at the churning crowd below for a long while before withdrawing his gaze.
He had disguised himself as Master Wen when leaving the stronghold. Under normal circumstances, the Blood Demon Sect should have sent people to search him high and low.
Yet so much time had passed, and the marketplace remained utterly peaceful.
"Unless everyone at the stronghold is dead..."
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly as a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
That was the greatest possibility.
And aside from Ghost Mother Wuji, there could be no other existence capable of effortlessly erasing the marketplace stronghold.
If his guess was correct, Ghost Mother Wuji had already infiltrated the marketplace and was frantically searching for him.
At this thought, Lin Fan's entire body tensed, and he changed his position again.
At the same time.
An Oil-Paper Umbrella drifted through the air and arrived at the Blood Demon Sect's marketplace stronghold.
The courtyard was littered with severed limbs, while the air was thick with a pungent stench of blood. Several Ghostly Creatures were also lurking in the shadows.
The blood-colored Oil-Paper Umbrella rotated, effortlessly crushing the Ghostly Creatures nearby. The figure holding the umbrella said coldly, "It has been here."
The Great Elder's expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "That old Ghost Hag is very cunning. Did your Blood Demon Sect take its vital essence?"
"Otherwise, it wouldn't have gone so mad."
There was a hint of probing in his tone.
It made no sense.
According to what he knew, Ghost Mother