Within the dim cavern, eerie light flickered and shadows swayed, as though demons lurked in the cracks between the rocks, ready to leap out at any moment and devour their chosen prey.
Ye Tong lay alone on the ground, her eyes tightly shut and her brows knitted, as though trapped in a nightmare.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from a nearby cave.
Several figures appeared. At the sight of Ye Tong, they paused in apparent surprise, then slowly approached.
Ye Tong abruptly stirred in alarm, opened her eyes, and sat up.
Sorrow still lingered on her face, but as she looked at the newcomers, it gave way to confusion. "What are you doing here?"
"If we hadn't come, you would have ruined Master's grand plans," the leader of the figures said.
He was Kong Cheng, a disciple under Night King, known in the Mystic School as "Flying Thunder Sword."
He was short and slight. Though already nearly sixty, he still had the build of a youth, yet a profound aura emanated from him. A flying sword rested on his back, and his expression was fierce and stern.
"Hmph..." As Night King's eldest disciple, Ye Tong naturally would not be cowed by a single remark from him. But when she recalled what had happened earlier, a shadow passed over her face again.
"We detected a message from the dream demon parasitizing your body, but it vanished a moment later, so we knew something had happened to you. The terrain here is complicated. We searched for several hours before finding you. What exactly happened? Did you get into an argument with Ye Tianming?" Kong Cheng regarded her with displeasure. As fellow disciples of the Mian Mountain Sacred Palace, they each had to compete for opportunities to advance their cultivation, and even to inherit the