Their Black Tiger Mountain Stronghold had indeed been a bandit stronghold a few years ago.
But after they encountered the Black Tiger Mountain Lord, everything had begun to change as well.
Had they not run into the Mountain Lord, their Black Tiger Mountain Stronghold would likely have ceased to exist long ago.
However, the Mountain Lord had always kept to himself while cultivating, and unless it was something important, they could not disturb his cultivation.
The area at the back of the mountain was regarded as a forbidden ground by everyone in Black Tiger Mountain Stronghold.
Without an order from the Mountain Lord, no one could casually enter or leave that back mountain.
As the Mountain Lord's followers, they felt not the slightest discomfort at serving a demon as attendants and servants.
After all, when serving as dogs for men, bandits like them were the lowest of the low. Yet in the eyes of demons, all mortals were probably no different from one another, save for cultivators.
Under such circumstances, their task was to serve as the Mountain Lord's eyes and ears outside.
They could not possibly remain in Black Tiger Mountain Stronghold as they had before.
What if, one day, some righteous cultivator who slew demons and vanquished evil came along and disrupted the Mountain Lord's cultivation? That would be terribly bad.
Although tiger ghosts could retain the consciousness they had possessed in life, these bandits still feared being transformed into the Mountain Lord's tiger ghosts and tiger demons.
"People from Fallen Phoenix Temple have arrived. Write it down. We'll have to report it when we return."
"Other than those ox-noses from Qingchen Temple holding a Daoist assembly, what other news has there been around the city lately?"
The Black Tiger chief beckoned, and the bandit lackeys waiting outside