In the north, at Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Beneath the dark curtain of night, Zhao Ling'er, dressed in blue-green, stood atop a cliff.
She leaped down, and a streak of blue-green light flew beneath her feet.
Then she sped into the distance.
Several cultivators followed behind her, likewise riding swords.
After her failed attempt to assassinate the sovereign, she had carried her sword north to Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Zhao Ling'er had since served as a scout captain at Demon-Suppressing Pass, a post neither high nor low.
All this time, everything had remained peaceful.
Life at Demon-Suppressing Pass was not particularly dreary.
Though the Demon Race lay to the north, things had long since settled down over the years.
Apart from the great battle at Tengchong City, which had shaken the Demon Race.
On other days, both sides tacitly refrained from kindling the flames of war.
Today, Zhao Ling'er led her team on patrol as usual.
But suddenly, she received a call for help from Team C.
The scouting squads were divided into four teams for their daily patrols: A, B, C, and D.
Team A took the lead and was generally assigned sixth-rank cultivators to scout the perimeter.
With Zhao Ling'er joining them, however, this Team A's fighting strength had risen a whole level.
Though the cultivator leading Team C was far inferior to Zhao Ling'er, they were still within the middle third rank.
If they had sent a distress signal, they had most likely run into real trouble.
The Demon Race??
At that thought, Zhao Ling'er sped up.
Boom-!!
The young man scrambled and rolled across the ground, while a demon in human form towered higher than a small hill.
It swung its arms, and the only two remaining scouts struggled to hold it off.
The young man finally managed to