The Sumeru Sect Arrives

It was absurd, really.

A few days ago, a great upheaval had just taken place. For the sake of the honor of the Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds, two foreign demons had fought the Great Demon of the Roaming Void Sea from the Sumeru Sect, only to be left without so much as a corpse.

Moved by gratitude for their sacrifice, the Jade-Faced Immortal had erected a cenotaph on the main peak. Mortals and cultivators from a hundred miles around had flocked there, filling the place with the smoke of incense.

Who could have guessed?

It wasn't even midnight yet.

Some demon, emboldened by the courage of a bear and leopard, had crept onto the main peak and drained the incense offerings that had sustained the whole mountain.

As a result, the Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds was now on edge, with every rustle in the wind and every tree in the grass seeming like an enemy.

It wasn't just the Jade Luan Manor. Such prominent forces as Blackwater Pool and Falling Goose Peak had also sent people out one after another, sealing off every road.

After all, if the rules were broken and the culprit couldn't be found, wouldn't the so-called rules governing the incense offerings become a joke?

Yet in this particular situation, the scene before them seemed entirely out of place.

A dozen or so figures ambled along a narrow path, chattering among themselves.

At the head of the group, a man in a green robe rode a white horse, glancing around absentmindedly.

Every so often, he flicked out a little gust of wind to stir the leaves along the path.

One drifted lightly onto his shoulder and came to rest.

The man in green stared at it, then let out a long, helpless sigh.