It was deep into the night.
In theory, the Cultivation World had no distinction between day and night.
After all, cultivators were active at night, too.
But the editors' district did distinguish between day and night. At dusk, everyone clocked out right on time.
The Task Hall's palaces all shut down for the evening, indirectly causing the number of cultivators active outside on Heavenly Sword Peak to plummet.
"Mom, how are we going to leave?"
Yangyang was in my arms, staring into the darkness ahead. A hint of maturity had crept into her eyes.
"We'll just leave."
In theory, I should have withdrawn from the sect and left through the proper channels.
But I had a feeling something would go wrong.
Even if nothing did, the whole process would be a huge hassle.
So I planned to sneak out of the sect.
In other words, I'd become a sect traitor in the common sense of the term.
Heavenly Sword Peak soared into the clouds. Even at my pace, it took me several hours to reach the foot of the mountain.
And this was only one corner of Wuya Sect.
To leave the territory directly controlled by Wuya Sect, I would have to get beyond the region where its nine peaks stood.
"Do you think we'll make it?"
I clenched the talismans in my arms.
They were the attack talismans I hadn't been willing to use when two thieves had broken into my cave dwelling last time. Who'd have thought I'd managed to save them until now, when they could finally come in handy?
Yangyang nervously peered into the dark.
Rustling sounds kept coming from far away, like the whispers of ghosts.
The nights in the Cultivation World were pitch-black.
And that darkness also limited one's spiritual sense to some extent.