Misty Rain Tower.
Inside the Rain Listening Hall.
Nie Zheng turned around and said in a deep voice to Xuan One and Xuan Two beside him, "Xuan One, Xuan Two, accompany me on this mission."
Xuan One and Xuan Two felt a chill in their eyes and replied in unison, "Understood, subordinates obey!"
The three of them changed into night-travel clothes that facilitated concealment, put on the Holy Mark Mask and the Blood Pattern Ghost Mask, and quietly left the Misty Rain Tower stronghold,
transforming into three black shadows as they galloped toward the Ghost Cry Sect outside Qingzhou City.
The Ghost Cry Sect was situated in Grave Mountain, one hundred li to the west outside Qingzhou City.
The mountain gate was gloomy, shrouded year-round in a lingering aura of grievance and killing intent, and ordinary cultivators dared not approach.
By this time it was already late night, and the lights within the sect were sparse, with only the sect master's cave dwelling on the Main Peak still glowing with a faint light.
The three lurked in the dense forest outside the mountain gate. Nie Zheng looked toward the interior through the branches and said in a deep voice,
"Xuan One, go clear out the hidden sentries by the dense forest; then follow me inside and keep watch for me!"
"Xuan Two, eliminate the sentry cultivators at the front gate."
"Remember, it must be completely silent. Do not alert others!"
"Understood!"
Shi Yong and Iron Wall Ape received their orders, their figures shifting as they slipped into the darkness like two wisps of blue smoke.
A moment later, Xuan Two sneaked to the side of the mountain gate like an iron tower, spotted two early Innate Stage disciples keeping watch in a dark spot,
and suddenly reached out, his arms