"No."
The first to break the heavy silence was the young Stone Hashira.
Gyomei Himejima.
He had studied under the same Cultivator as the Mountain Hashira, Fudō Hino. Even though they had not trained in the same cohort, he could still be considered the other man's junior fellow disciple.
"Since this humble monk joined the Demon Slayer Corps, never mind Muzan Kibutsuji himself."
"I have never even heard any concrete news of those Upper Rank Demons."
Shinjuro Rengoku slammed his sake bowl down.
On Friday, everything at the company had been put in order, and the sign above the entrance had been hung. Linglingyao Security was ready to officially open for business, but plans could never keep up with fate.
In truth, she did not feel much of anything. In her state as a consciousness, she had no concept of time at all. She simply watched the progress bar marking how close she was to being born inch forward, until now, when it finally advanced a little.
The three happily climbed into the carriage, which then rolled forward with a clatter of hooves. Because Lin Yihuan was aboard, Yu Fei did not make Mo Lifei run. Besides, his injuries posed no danger for the moment, and with Feng'er beside him, he would be all right for the time being. He merely needed to rely on Feng'er's spiritual energy to survive, keeping himself alive with magic, so to speak.
They traveled from Luoyang to Shanzhou by train. After Yuncheng was recaptured, the Japanese army lost its most important air base in North China, and its harassment of the Longhai Railway diminished considerably. Trains heading inside Tongguan could essentially run normally again.
Seeing that the man had remained silent for so long, Wen Liang lost the patience to keep questioning him, since