Cangyu Island lay by the sea in the region inhabited by demonfolk.
An hour had passed since Twelve Leopard had completely dispelled his demonic nature. The moon now hung high in the sky, and faint ripples stirred the tranquil sea, forming a scene of exquisite beauty.
Five people stood on the beach by the sea...
They were Sikong Jing, Teng Yue, Six Leopard, Mud Armor, and Twelve Leopard.
Saint Martial Stage demonfolk Mud Armor had been the last to arrive. He was utterly bewildered now, looking from Teng Yue to Twelve Leopard before saying blankly, "How can there be two Teng Yues?"
Indeed, after an hour, Twelve Leopard had completely disguised himself as Teng Yue, just as Sikong Jing had said.
Not even Mud Armor could tell which one was the real Teng Yue.
Sikong Jing did not explain. Instead, he looked at the real Teng Yue and said, "Brother Teng, set off now. Six Leopard and Mud Armor will be your personal guards for this journey..."
Teng Yue nodded gravely, then immediately asked, "Young Sect Master, aren't we informing the others?"
Up to this point, only the five of them knew of their operation.
Neither Ying Sanmeng nor Forged Rock knew anything about it.
Sikong Jing gazed deeply at Teng Yue and said softly, "You know Uncle Ying's character. His mouth is certainly tight, but in his everyday conduct, I fear people could easily spot something amiss. So he cannot know for now."
"Since even Uncle Ying cannot know, the others certainly cannot know either."
"The New Cang Vein still cannot be wholly trusted!"
Teng Yue abruptly raised his head. Whether Elder Lu and the others of the New Cang Vein could truly entrust their lives and deaths to the current Cangyu Demon Sect was difficult to say.
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