Mo Yun sped through the mountain forest.
A thin gray miasma hung among the trees, severely limiting visibility. The silhouettes of trees forty or fifty feet away were already indistinct.
The dead leaves beneath his feet were sodden and made no sound when he stepped on them. Only the occasional dry twig snapped with a faint crack.
Mo Yun extended his perception to its limit, resonating with the mystic energy particles in the air and spreading it in every direction like an invisible spiderweb.
No fluctuation of aura could escape his senses.
Unfortunately, as time passed, he covered almost the entire forest without finding any trace of a demon.
Before he knew it, night had fallen.
There were neither stars nor moon. The forest was pitch-black, so dark he could not see his own hand.
The night wind swept through the treetops with eerie, sobbing howls. Now and then, the cries of wild beasts echoed through the valleys, making his hair stand on end.
"This doesn't make sense..."
Mo Yun stood beneath an old pine, his brow tightly furrowed.
"I can resonate with the mystic energy particles in the air, and I have the Black Seal that heats up whenever I approach a demon. I'm practically a human radar. If there's a demon on Mist Mountain, I should be able to find it..."
He muttered to himself, utterly puzzled. "Could it be that there aren't any demons on Mist Mountain at all, or that they've already moved away?"
The more Mo Yun thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
"Crouching Tiger Manor's Medicinal Fields are right below Mist Mountain, with Dark Force martial artists stationed there year-round. Every Demon Beast that showed itself before was beaten to death."
"Even those that weren't killed right away were probably tracked down