Ren Qing's fingertips twitched, and a faint mist silently enveloped the man and the mouse.
Heaven and Earth Breath each had its uses. Mist leaned toward concealing aura, and was even enough to block ordinary divine sense.
"Immortal Elder, should this disciple go..." Mouse True Person had only just thought to step forward on his own.
"Don't talk."
Ren Qing interrupted in a low voice. He saw a black, oppressive mass of crows flocking together, heading toward Water Mouth City, the sound of their wings slicing through the air sharp and grating.
Logically speaking, ever since the provincial examination had begun, perhaps due to the restraint of the Damo court, Demon Cultivators had been relatively restrained when facing mortals. There had never been mass casualties in the city.
How could it have drawn carrion birds to gather, each fighting to be first?
A faint light rose in Ren Qing's eyes, but he found no trace of Demon Cultivators on the crows.
No!
He focused and listened closely. The cries the crows gave off actually sounded faintly like children wailing.
Then a scene that made one's hair stand on end occurred.
The flock of crows actually smashed into the city wall in perfect unison, and in the blink of an eye, they were reduced to corpses no one bothered with.
Mouse True Person swallowed. "Immortal Elder, should I have the Mouse Children bring back a few bird corpses to take a look?"
"No need. It's too late."
Ren Qing shook his head. No sooner had his words fallen than the crow corpses rotted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. I wonder whether this is a method from the Demon Cultivators' side, or the Immortal Ascension Sect making moves in the dark. It seems the matter