Unlike his confusion, the young disciple beside Sun Zimei had completely relaxed.
Pointing at a rat sneaking past in the distance, he chuckled. "Master, is this the 'great demon' you mentioned? It does look rather dangerous—much bigger than the rats in our sect!"
"You little bastard!"
Sun Zimei slapped the back of his head.
Cursing, he said, "You've stepped in dog shit and gotten lucky this time, but today, your master will make sure you see a great demon!"
As he spoke.
He grabbed the young disciple and shot toward the depths of the mountains at full speed.
In one breath.
Sun Zimei flew straight to the very heart of the mountain range!
In a place like this.
Not only were ordinary True Immortal demonic beasts present, even True Immortal demonic beasts above the fifth level were far from rare!
Under normal circumstances, even Sun Zimei himself would never dare venture this deep.
Yet.
Today was thoroughly strange.
Along the way, the entire mountain range was deathly silent.
It was as though all the demonic beasts in the Earth Dragon Mountain Range had gone on vacation together today—not even a single beast hair could be seen.
"What the hell is going on!?"
Sun Zimei was furious.
He felt that his dignity as a master had suffered an unprecedented blow.
Just moments ago, he had solemnly warned his disciple.
That entering the deep mountains meant certain death.
That demonic beasts ran rampant throughout the range.
But now?
It was practically a picnic.
What kind of training was this supposed to be?
Wouldn't he become a laughingstock in his disciple's eyes?
As if seeing Sun Zimei's predicament, the young disciple gave an awkward laugh.
He flattered him, saying, "Master, why don't we go back first? The demonic beasts in the mountains must