"Forgive me. If there is a next life, do not enter the demonic path again..."
Holding his precious umbrella aloft, Ye Zhen let out a long breath of stale air, as though trying to purge the troubles in his heart. Yet his mind remained clear as he calmly searched for his next target.
Ye Zhen failed to notice that, as he continued forward, several covert gazes settled on him.
They belonged to experts on the demonic path's side, including the Core Formation elder guarding the western formation eye.
"This man again. He was the one who killed our sect's genius last time, wasn't he?"
"That's right. Ye Zhen of the Incense Accumulation Sect!"
"As expected of a true disciple of the Immortal Sects. He actually has a ten-jia Magic Treasure protecting him."
"It seems even if I personally intervene, I won't break through his defenses quickly. If the enemy army seizes that opening, it would only make things worse... Forget it. Spare his life for now and see whether there are any more suitable targets."
There was never absolute fairness in this world. Even when people gambled their lives for a future, some faced easier odds than others. The three true disciples of Incense Accumulation had all relied on their sect's influence to choose a moderate difficulty, yet their potential rewards were not necessarily any less than those of a harder one.
The three true disciples were not mercenary sorts who knew only how to swarm like flies and scramble like dogs for petty gains, but neither could they escape the common impulse to earn merit when an opportunity arose.
They all understood very clearly what they needed.
Likewise, those on the demonic path's side knew what they wanted.
Ye Zhen had a high-grade Magic Treasure bestowed by his sect