Cleverly Securing the Incense

The main peak of the Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds was hidden in the thick night fog.

Mountain winds howled, sending waves of chill through the air.

Three figures raced along the steep mountain path.

A few Rogue Cultivators descending the mountain occasionally caught a hint of movement, but by the time they turned their heads, the shadows had vanished into the night.

They couldn't help wondering if they had encountered some kind of evil spirit.

After all, if it had been an ordinary bird or beast, how could they have failed to catch even the slightest trace of its presence?

Only when they were almost at the towering stone stele beside the cliff did the three figures finally slow to a stop.

In the faint moonlight, they could just make out the three figures: the two stalwart heroes who had been worshipped by thousands during the day, and a white ape demon.

"Damn, what a sight..."

Demon King Qiankun stopped and gazed at the towering stone stele, clicking his tongue in admiration. "To be alive and see a stele erected over your own grave, while enjoying such abundant incense—is there anyone else in all history who can claim that besides us?"

"..."

Tiger Mountain God rolled his eyes, then glanced toward the blue-clad figure ahead. "Won't it be awkward if we go over like this...?"

They had come here to gather all the incense and Merit from the mountain.

Who could have guessed the Jade Luan Manor would be so stubborn? Not only had they erected a stele, they had even sent Second Sister Gong herself to guard the tomb in the middle of the night.

"We can't exactly attack her, can we?"

At that, Demon King Qiankun glanced sideways at him and let out a cold laugh.