Ning Daohuan sat cross-legged atop the mountain peak, his brows tightly furrowed.
The news that the Incense Dao had actually appeared near the Eastern Saint Garrison immediately gave him a sense of urgency.
After some thought, he gave a few instructions to a sect member standing guard nearby.
The sect member hurried away.
Soon, Lu Yuansheng flew over from afar, shrouded in black robes. He landed a short distance away, then respectfully approached on foot.
"This disciple greets the sect leader."
Ning Daohuan opened his eyes and said solemnly:
"Enough, dispense with the formalities. Tell me, how much have you uncovered about the Incense Dao?"
When asked about business, Lu Yuansheng immediately grew serious:
"All the Yin Ghosts that infiltrated the Eastern Saint Garrison have been captured. Judging by their strength and the methods used to refine them, Elder Tao of the Mystic Soul Dao said these Incense Dao cultivators should be at the Foundation Establishment level at most."
"Foundation Establishment? Are you certain that was what Elder Tao said?"
Ning Daohuan was rather surprised instead.
"This disciple should not have misheard Elder Tao."
After some thought, Lu Yuansheng continued:
"Also, Elder Tao said these Yin Ghosts did not seem to have any divine power blessing them... perhaps they might be a band of wandering Incense Dao cultivators who have lost the deity they worshipped."
Hearing this, Ning Daohuan's solemn expression immediately relaxed a little. He mused:
"If they have lost the deity they worshipped, then there is no need to worry too much. They were most likely ostracized within the Incense Dao and ended up wandering here..."
"Still, we cannot underestimate these vermin. Once they gain followers, their dead ashes might flare back to life."
"Go, pass down my orders. Hunt down and kill these Incense Dao cultivators! Also,