Su Yuanying's face went pale. He said curtly, "Feigning death." He coughed, then looked at Yun Tingfeng, who was climbing the mountain behind him, and said coldly, "This is the excellent intelligence you gathered."
Yun Tingfeng pursed his lips and accepted the blame. It had originally been Gu Xiaosang's fault, but since she was absent, he could only take the fall.
Just then, a shrill bird cry came from midair. A strange bird with rotting flesh and disheveled black feathers landed on Earth Venerable's shoulder.
The strange bird brimmed with demonic qi, and a note was tied to one of its feet.
Earth Venerable removed the note and unfolded it. In his deep, muffled voice, he told Yun Tingfeng, Su Yuanying, and the others, "The Master has ordered us to gather at the Demon Tomb."
However, a series of footsteps from the foot of the mountain broke the calm.
"No need to go. All of you can stay here." The newcomer's voice was cold and sinister, yet it also carried the compassion of a benevolent man. At the same time, it was frosty and biting. His killing intent surged forth, drowning the entire mountaintop in a vast expanse of white.
The reincarnators of the Demon Cult faction were startled. Looking closely, they saw a handsome young man in white, a longsword at his waist and a folding fan in his hand. His aura resembled the boundless heavens, while his bearing was like that of an emperor and a Buddha.
"This is... the man Xiao Zi mentioned?" A trace of hatred appeared on Yun Tingfeng's face. Hongxiu, the woman he loved, had died by this man's hand!
Su Yuanying, who had only just been reborn, frowned. He cultivated a Dharma Technique that nurtured evil gods and was exceedingly sensitive to danger.