"Unfamiliar?"
Xie Changsheng froze for a moment. His Dao Eyes instinctively followed Si Chen's gaze, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Zhou Yan also frowned slightly. "Brother Si, did you notice something?"
Si Chen withdrew his gaze and shook his head.
"It's nothing."
"Perhaps I've been away too long, and the way I see things has changed."
Everyone exchanged glances. Si Chen never spoke without reason.
But seeing that he had no intention of pursuing the matter, they tacitly refrained from asking more.
After all, with Si Chen's current cultivation, if even he could not explain it, the others had even less chance of seeing through it.
Besides... there were more important things to do right now.
Although the Demon Race on the Mountain of Ten Thousand Silences was safe for the moment, the situation elsewhere in the Eastern Region was probably far from hopeful.
If the filth was not purged soon, it would only gather like a rolling snowball, growing until it gnawed straight through the foundations of the Lower Realm.
After a moment of silence, Si Chen made his decision.
"Since the Mountain of Ten Thousand Silences is unharmed, we won't linger."
He looked at everyone. "Let's split up and suppress the Filth Calamity in this realm as quickly as possible."
No one hesitated at his proposal. They all nodded.
They each had sects, masters, disciples, and old friends. The longer they delayed, the more people would die.
Xie Changsheng was the first to nod. "I'll return to the Mysterious One Dao Gate first. Once I've confirmed the sect is safe, I'll purge the surrounding areas, working outward from there."
Song Chi wasted no words either. "Hidden Edge Mountain is close to the Northern Region. I'll handle that area."
Zhou Yan snapped his folding fan shut.