Cloud-Brushing City was roiled by wind and storm tonight.
Many would go sleepless tonight.
Within the grand residence of the Cloud-Brushing Dog Clan, Quan Xihua ground his teeth as he watched Yu Xin in the phantom image above the night sky, thoroughly baffled as he said, "Master, didn't you say you would find a way to let us glimpse the true secrets of the Divine Firmament, so we could seize the initiative ahead of time? How did it end up that... the whole city knows now?"
The lord of the Cloud-Brushing Dog Clan, the Demon King Quan Shouceng, stood nearby to protect the Dharma, his expression equally strange.
Standing in the center of the courtyard was a lanky young monk in a bright red kasaya. Six red ordination scars dotted his shaved head, and his eyes shone brightly. Hearing Quan Xihua's question, he raised a palm before his chest and said with some embarrassment, "I was not able to control the Hearing Bell's power, nor could I completely contain the Divine Firmament's hidden trove. I accidentally let the true secret escape..."
The so-called "true secret" took on a lively meaning in his account, as though it possessed a spirit of its own.
Quan Xihua's lips moved. In the end, he could only force out, "Master Yang truly has a fine sense of humor."
This cooperation between the Cloud-Brushing Dog Clan and Ancient Calamity Mountain had been arranged by the True Demon Quan Yingyang. But in truth, if Quan Yingyang had not made major concessions in certain matters, the Cloud-Brushing Dog Clan would never have been qualified to cooperate with Ancient Calamity Mountain at all.
Just look at Mouse Garan of Black Lotus Temple coming to Cloud-Brushing City—he charged about headlong, investigating and pursuing matters on his own, doing whatever he