More terrifying still, the Demonic Essence within those guests was extraordinarily powerful.
His gaze fell on two people sitting opposite each other in a dark corner, their hat brims pulled low. Their surging Demonic Essence was even more astonishing, no weaker than that of Demon Sixteen, whom he had met before.
The sight secretly alarmed Shi Chun.
Some guests looked up toward the entrance, while others sitting with their backs to it heard the commotion but showed no inclination even to turn around.
Judging by the atmosphere among these guests, although not all of them possessed Demonic Essence, Shi Chun already suspected they belonged to the same group.
From what he had learned through his encounters with the Demonic Path, not all its practitioners possessed Demonic Essence. Yet several had appeared here at once-the largest gathering he had ever seen, at least.
The Demonic Path had gathered here, right at the foot of the Heavenforging Sect, and their gathering happened to coincide with the departure of some of the sect's senior figures.
He could not help reading more into it, could not help suspecting they were targeting the Heavenforging Sect.
If that was true, they were outrageously bold. The Heavenforging Sect's strength was no laughing matter. Leaving everything else aside, its array of Magical Treasures alone was more than anyone could stomach, and the Demonic Path was no exception.
Besides, backed by immense resources, the Heavenforging Sect was hardly weak in combat either. Such was the foundation of the Cultivation World's foremost Artifact Refining sect-not just anyone could afford to offend it.
After surveying the situation, the boatman turned to Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang with a troubled expression. "Honored guests, I'm truly sorry. Let's try another place."
Wu Jinliang had been about to run his mouth, but Shi Chun,