The two disciples had resolute features and hard, sharply defined profiles. They looked rather alike, and their attire was identical: their ink-black hair was bound with iron rings, and black, unadorned cloaks fluttered from their shoulders in the wind.
Their armor was bright and immaculate, their appearance impeccable, and even the angle at which they carried their weapons was meticulously arranged. They were clearly scions of a distinguished family, raised from childhood under strict family discipline.
They were the prodigies of this generation of the Fu clan: the fort lord's legitimate son, Fu Wuyi, and his nephew, Fu Hanshu.
"Brother Wuyi, if we keep flying in this direction for two days and one night, then turn south, we'll reach the Guilu Mountain Range." Fu Hanshu held a compass in his hand, watching their surroundings as he spoke. "That Wraith Warrior is in the Guilu Mountain Range."
Fu Wuyi nodded slightly. "Don't skimp on spirit stones. Have the Iron Kite travel as fast as it can."
"That Ghostly Being has been ravaging the Guilu Mountain Range for quite some time. We've finally found its tracks, so we must eliminate it as soon as possible. We can't let it escape again."
Fu Hanshu replied, "All right!"
As he spoke, he formed a magic seal. The Iron Kite beneath them immediately surged faster, sweeping over a stretch of farmland in an instant.
Looking down at the peaceful scene of men tilling the fields and women weaving, Fu Hanshu couldn't help sighing. "The Righteous and Demonic War may have ended swiftly, but the demonic sects are deceitful and ruthless, and their poison lingers without end."
"These past few days, there have been more than just one or two remote places plagued by roving Corpse Puppets and corpse demons."
"The Demonic Cultivators must have deliberately