The mist tide surged, submerging the Spirit Realm's mountains and wilderness as though beneath an ocean. Within the woods, all was still, without a breath of wind. Long shadows seemed to wind silently through the mist...
Many evil spirits had gathered in the distance. This time, Jin Si was the first to catch the unusual scent. After examining it, he confirmed that plenty of prey had gathered there. Delay could invite trouble; he could not let those things scatter and escape.
Abandoning his cloud-breathing, his enormous body swung its tail and glided off to hunt.
He concealed himself beneath the thick mist and suppressed his aura, watching the mist tide's flow to keep his flood-dragon musk from drifting downwind toward them.
Xiao Yu circled high above the Mist Sea.
Red Clothes was less adept at concealing her aura. She followed behind without touching the ground, her red form flickering through the boundless white mist like a drop of blood that refused to spread. The three companions suspended communication and moved to surround the gathering of evil spirits.
They found their prey deep within an unremarkable stretch of dense woodland. Jin Si did not rush to kill them. He waited for the mist tide to settle, then slowly circled the prey's perimeter, searching. His senses spread outward, continually sketching the surroundings from his unique perspective, until he confirmed that nothing was amiss.
Lurking in the mist-shrouded woods, he could not help wondering. Pillowstar Mountain was, after all, a renowned grotto-heaven blessed land of the Mystic Sect. These heretic cultivators actually dared to wreak havoc nearby. Their nerve was rather excessive.
At first, he had assumed they possessed formidable cultivation, which was why they acted so brazenly.
Patiently, he swept the area repeatedly with his various senses, until the situation in the