Yin Mu raised a hand in summons, and a purple-gold beetle flew out of the dense forest. Only after confirming there were no followers nearby did she let the team through the gate.
The group traveled along a narrow path through the woods. Behind them, the poisonous miasma drifted without wind, sealing off the only passage in and out once more.
"Black Three, Li Si, did you encounter any complications on this trip?" Yin Mu asked in the native language of the southern frontier tribes.
The two men stepped forward and answered one after the other. There had been a few minor twists, but nothing serious. Overall, the journey had been fairly peaceful.
Yin Mu nodded. Ever since she had hunted down a group of young martial heroes around Fengxian County last time, several of the Five Poisons Cult's shipping routes had been busted by the Six Doors. As a result, she had been punished by her superiors and sent here to serve as sect master.
"Rest for three days. Then head to Dezhou."
"We understand."
Xiang Yuan followed the team to the warehouse, unloaded the goods he carried, and sorted the supplies into their proper places. These were materials he had inspected before. The leader, Li Si, carried a storage pouch filled with highly potent "poison" medicines, rare in the southern frontier and mostly grown in the heartland of Western Chu.
Li Si did not know how to use the poisons. Based on the limited intelligence Chan'er had provided, Xiang Yuan guessed that they were related to the so-called poison pool.
The question was, he could roughly understand what a poison pool was—but what did a place of worship mean? Whom were they worshipping? Some primitive faith of the southern frontier?
In the southern frontier, there was a village