Wang Yue furrowed his brow. Heyang City was very close to Qingyun Sect, and those wicked people generally wouldn't dare make a move there. So many bloody murders had suddenly occurred—it was clearly unusual.
But with several weddings coming up at Da Zhu Peak, Wang Yue had no time to investigate. He said solemnly, "Don't worry about this. Keep your doors and gates shut for now, and don't go out. I'll come get you on Senior Brother's wedding day."
Seeing Wang Yue so concerned, Xiao Bai reminded him, "I think this is no ordinary matter. The Demon Cult might be planning something big. Just look after yourself. I'll be fine here."
How could Wang Yue possibly feel at ease? This was where he planned to establish a temporary base for the Shushan Sect, and he was even planning to build a Nuwa Temple. If so many murders happened near the Shushan Sect and they didn't deal with them promptly, how could they expect the faithful to believe in them?
After reassuring Bi Yao and Xiao Huan and asking Xiao Bai to look after them, he returned to Qingyun Sect. That night, however, he suddenly used spatial teleportation to appear in Heyang City. He stood out in the open atop the city's tallest inn, while his mental power expanded without limit, enveloping the entire city. He was determined to find out who was behind this and catch that rat.
In the dead of night, a streak of black suddenly drifted in from outside the city. From the way it looked, Wang Yue knew a demon was on the prowl.
He didn't even bother questioning it. With a sudden teleport, he appeared in front of the mass of black mist and casually swung his sword. A Panlong Divine Formation sprang up, trapping