Mo Tianxing kept his word. After he sent a message, only a few minutes passed before Mo Ya hurried over with the dried magical beast corpse.
Chen Cang caught the Storage Ring tossed to him and extended his soul perception into it. Only after confirming that everything was in order did he cup his hands.
"Sect Master Mo is a wise man. Perhaps we'll have another chance to work together in the future."
"Haha, I also look forward to working with you again."
Mo Tianxing courteously returned the gesture, his face wreathed in smiles. What he truly thought was known only to himself.
They watched the group depart until they vanished from sight. Seeing the smile gradually fade from his father's face, Mo Ya finally spoke, unwilling to accept it.
"Father, are we just letting them leave like that?"
"Ya'er, never say such things again. Either of those two has the strength to kill me. They're stronger, so whatever they say is right."
Demon Flame Valley.
Just as the Misty Cloud Sect stood on Misty Cloud Mountain, Demon Flame Valley was situated in Demon Flame Mountain Valley.
Perhaps because it was late at night when Chen Cang's group arrived, the long, deep valley looked like a pitch-black abyss from high above, lending it an added air of gloom.
Buildings stood throughout it, their silhouettes resembling a host of ghostly shadows beneath the cover of night, making the place even more unnerving.
"What insolent vermin dare run wild above Demon Flame Valley!"
Sensing someone brazenly surveying Demon Flame Valley from overhead, an angry shout suddenly rang out. A Red-Haired Elder soared into the sky like a flame, sweeping his powerful aura toward the group in an attempt to cow them from the outset.
Only as he drew closer beneath the