Dongsheng Shenzhou, Northern Cang Kingdom.
The kingdom lay north of the Cangxi Kingdom, with the Cang River marking the border between them.
Zhao Xuan was currently staying in the Northern Cang Kingdom, where he had built a concealed temporary base beside the Cang River. Looking into the distance, he could see the Cangxi Kingdom across the water.
The base was well hidden, and Zhao Xuan had told no one about it.
As the world-renowned Black Crow the Runner, Zhao Xuan was most keenly attuned to the scent of danger and finding every possible way to avoid it.
The most effective method was naturally-who gave a damn? Running was the best strategy.
The Evil Spirit Cult's activities in the Cangxi Kingdom now amounted to a blatant spectacle. Not only had they stirred up the kingdom, they had even driven that band of incense gods into utter frenzy.
Their actions were so outrageous that Zhao Xuan almost thought he was a mighty, righteous heavenly soldier, coming to liberate Northern Jambudvipa with the hearts of the masses behind him.
Zhao Xuan understood perfectly well that the Evil Spirit Cult was a genuine evil cult-the sort whose members had to tread carefully even while walking down the street, lest someone recognize them and a mob beat them up.
Even something on such a grand scale could only be done quietly in the shadows. Once brought out into the open, what awaited them would be no sweet fruit, but a massive, deadly iron fist.
Recent events had been far too deranged, and Zhao Xuan was powerless to stop them.
The Evil Spirit Cult's current Deputy Cult Leader, Evil Spirit, clearly had more say.
On many matters, Evil Spirit had already bypassed Zhao Xuan entirely and begun arranging all operations alone.
About the only authority Zhao