The mournful cries of nightingales echoed throughout Shadow Moon Convent. The next day, countless people would be poisoned and withdraw from the contest.
Meanwhile, the Ghost Lantern Sect had gone utterly mad, constantly stealing the other sects' secrets, using all manner of ingenious methods to slip beneath beds and inside cabinets to pilfer confidential information.
The Corpse Controlling Sect, Tidewatch Pavilion...
Everyone in the many sects feared for their own safety.
Shadow Moon Convent, a sacred Buddhist site, had become a whirlpool, dragging everyone into it and devouring them madly.
And Blood Rain Demon Venerable was undoubtedly at the center of that whirlpool, watched by everyone.
Everyone wanted to kill the Demon Venerable and tread upon his bones to become the true leader of the divine path.
The Hehuan Sect's camp.
The Hehuan Sect Master had not touched his wife for three whole days.
Ever since the demon had put her through her paces in public that day, his wife had kept saying she felt unwell. Every day, she lay languidly in bed, her mind elsewhere, as though savoring something. Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes hazy, and she kept muttering to herself about how he was too formidable, what a shame it was, what a pity, how she wanted to watch the tide, and how she absolutely could not miss it this time...
Listening to her had left him utterly bewildered.
He could not make head or tail of what his wife was saying.
Inside the palace, moonlight lay like mist, and layers of gauze curtains rippled like lake water. At that moment, his wife was changing inside and refused to let him enter.
She said she was preparing the equipment to assassinate the demon tomorrow.
She would make sure the demon died of utter exhaustion!
Hearing