Mountain Fire

The sky was dark, with heavy clouds obscuring the moonlight.

Landing without a sound, Gan Qingyi moved through a pile of strange rocks, her gaze fixed firmly on the limping figure ahead on the mountain path.

Her luck was good. She had picked one of the reported sighting locations and waited for her prey; not long after night fell, the Anomaly had appeared.

Is it a possession-type Anomaly? Gan Qingyi wondered, keeping a suitable distance as she followed at an unhurried pace.

The pitch-black mountain forest was so dark one could not see their hand before their face. An ordinary person would likely struggle to see even ten meters ahead, much less track someone, but for a Martial Artist, night vision was merely a basic ability.

Back then, Wuyang Mountain had been fairly scenic, yet few locals came here to climb it. The reason was simple: in the early years, when people in the county had little money, most chose to be buried here after death. As a result, a forest with decent feng shui had been forcibly turned into a Mass Burial Ground.

However, that Mass Burial Ground had also been reduced to ashes in a mountain fire. Wuyang Mountain had now become a desolate mountain filled with bizarrely shaped rocks.

"So far, the All-Consuming Mist hasn't spread beyond the mountain. That's a blessing amid misfortune." Gan Qingyi gripped the Specter Detection Talisman in one hand and held a short sword across her body in the other, not daring to relax for even a moment.

Just as she was about to continue following, her expression shifted slightly. She abruptly turned toward the foot of the mountain, where several flickering flames approached alongside four figures chatting and laughing as they made their way uphill.

"Sister Du, see? For club activities,