Chu Yang hid behind a stone pillar, holding his breath as he pressed tightly against the cold rock wall. His eyes remained fixed on the figures of the Imps, and his heart began to beat faster. He could clearly hear his own heartbeat, especially distinct within the silent cave. He could also smell the thick Demon Qi emanating from the Imps, mixed with the stench of alcohol, making him nauseous.
The oil lamps in the cave flickered between bright and dim, casting twisted shadows across the rock walls. They looked like snarling demons baring their claws, filling the place with an eerie, terrifying air. Chu Yang lowered his head slightly and concealed his aura, making himself look as small as possible as he hid behind the stone pillar, giving the Imps no chance to spot him.
"Move it, move it! Dilly-dallying around—are you trying to die?" The Patrolling Imp at the entrance saw that the Imps inside had yet to emerge and shouted harshly again. The footsteps drew closer. From the sound of it, there were at least three or four Patrolling Imps.
"Coming, coming! Stop rushing us!" The fourth Imp answered as he quickened his pace and was the first to leave the cave. The other Imps followed closely behind, each with his head lowered, not daring to show the slightest negligence.
"You lot have some nerve, drinking and slacking off here! If the Great Kings find out, let's see how you die!" The Patrolling Imp's scolding rang out again, fierce and laden with warning. "Get out there and patrol with us! If you dare slack off again, I'll skin you alive!"
"Yes, yes, yes! We won't dare again! We'll patrol with you right away!" The fourth Imp hurriedly put on a fawning smile and apologized in a low