That night, the outskirts of Emerald Mist Peak became extraordinarily lively.
The Green Bamboo Gang, Iron Bone Society, and Five Poisons Sect set up camp on several hilltops, their bonfires flickering like scattered stars.
Two corpse-driving teams from Western Hunan occupied separate valleys, their yin aura so chilling that even the insects dared not draw near.
Master Hundred Poisons and his group settled beneath a cliff face on Emerald Mist Peak's southern foothills, tinkering with something unknown.
Chen Mo made no contact with anyone. Alone in an inn in the small town, he released a scouting Paper Kite to survey everything from high above.
Strangely, there was no sign of anyone from the Anomaly Suppression Bureau.
On the morning of the sixth day, As usual, Chen Mo was drinking tea in a teahouse when he suddenly sensed an utterly different aura closing in from beyond the town.
That aura was fierce and overbearing, like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky, completely unlike the sinister, wicked energy of those unorthodox cultivators from before.
He set down his teacup and walked to the entrance, where he saw a group approaching along the main road from the north.
More than twenty people dressed in black uniforms, sabers at their waists, marched in neat formation.
At their head was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and lean, with a long saber as black as night hanging from his waist.
The aura around him was like a moving furnace. His qi and blood were so vigorous that they could be felt from half a street away.
"Anomaly Suppression Bureau..."
The officials had finally arrived.
And these were no ordinary small fry. The martial cultivation of that leader was at least at the Qi-Blood Furnace Realm.
Even an upper echelon at the