Leaving

"Senior Brother, I only have this one disciple left."

Jade River's cold, low voice rang out. The hand gripping those invisible threads rapidly turned pale, as though something were draining away his life.

"Disciple?"

The moon stopped moving. Countless rays of moonlight spread across the sky converged, finally taking the form of an old man in a yin-yang daoist robe, his hair hanging loose and disheveled.

He descended from the air and landed before Jade River. When he opened his mouth, he revealed a mouthful of rotten teeth, along with the bloody stench lingering from last night.

"Jade River!" His murky, gloomy eyes glared at Jade River as the old monster in daoist robes said coldly, "You raised a piglet—don't tell me you've grown attached to it?"

Jade River did not answer. He merely looked silently at the sect master before him, then suddenly asked, "Senior Brother, do you remember what Master did when we first entered the Hidden Moon Sect?"

"Heh, of course I do. That old monster pretended to teach us on the surface, but in truth, he coveted the flesh and spiritual vitality within our bodies. In the end, we worked together to drug him unconscious. Only after the two of us divided and devoured him did we become what we are today."

As though recalling those bygone days, the old monster in daoist robes looked somewhat wistful. At that moment, Jade River continued, "Then how are we any different from Master back then? Senior Brother, are you still cultivating the Dao?"

"The Dao?"

His bloodshot eyes widened. As strands of eerie aura spread outward, the expression on the old monster's face seemed ready to pounce and devour someone.

"Master, and Master's Master—they all came up this way. If they had the ability, they could have killed