It was absurd, really.
Only a few days ago, two foreign demons had fought the Buddhist Sect's Wandering Void Sea Great Demon head-on for the honor of Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds, only to end up without even corpses left behind.
Moved by their grace, Fairy Jadeface had erected a cenotaph for them on the main peak, drawing mortals and cultivators from a hundred miles around. Incense-fire power flourished.
Who could have imagined it?
It had only reached midnight.
Yet some demon, possessed of the gall to swallow a bear's heart and leopard's courage, had snuck onto the main peak and drained the mountain's accumulated incense-fire power completely dry.
As a result, Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds was now in a state where the wind whistling through the reeds sounded like the cry of cranes, and every blade of grass and tree looked like an enemy.
It was not just Jade Luan Manor. Powers with standing and reputation, such as Blackwater Pool and Wild Goose Peak, had also dispatched people one after another to seal off every area.
After all, once the rules were broken, if the culprit could not be found, would the so-called rules of incense-fire power not become a laughingstock?
Yet such a situation seemed strangely out of place here.
More than ten figures crowded along a narrow path.
At their head was a man in a green robe, riding a white horse and gazing distractedly around him.
From time to time, he flicked out a small gust of wind, stirring the leaves beside the road.
When a leaf drifted lightly down and came to rest on his shoulder.
The green-robed man stared at it, then finally could not help letting out a long sigh. "Tell me, then. Did I betray you, or do you