"Senior Brother..." Lan Dianzi said somewhat tentatively. "Ever since Ying Bo sent word to our Creation Sect, no further news has come. Although he arranged these stopping places and the routes of advance for the three teams of disciples, it has been so long without any message from him. I fear something is amiss!"
"What could be amiss?" Xiong Yi said with a smile. "The Luoyi Merchant Alliance took the initiative to approach our Creation Sect and even presented Master's token. Over these past two hundred years, the relationship between our Creation Sect and the Luoyi Merchant Alliance has only grown closer. We have grown, and they have grown as well. From what Ying Bo said, the Luoyi Merchant Alliance's development not only cannot do without our Creation Sect, but cannot do without Master either. It could be said that without Master, there would be no Luoyi Merchant Alliance of today."
"If Ying Bo were merely a member of the Demon Race, I would not overthink it! After all, Ying Bo is also a demon who values loyalty and righteousness. He would not do anything to betray Master," Lan Dianzi replied. "But Ying Bo is not merely a demon. He is also the head of a clan and represents the Luoyi Merchant Alliance! We can disregard all costs for Master and come even knowing it is a dead end. But what of Ying Bo's clansmen? They... may not be the same!"
Xiong Yi raised his head and saw dark clouds already gathering in the sky. The originally clear heavens had, at some unknown time, begun to howl with a north wind. Its biting chill not only failed to scatter the gloomy clouds, but instead added several shades of desolation. Watching the clouds roll and fall overhead, a faintly strange light