"So you think something's up with the Hidden Mist Sect?"
Liu Sumeng nodded.
They made the rest of the journey on flying sword to reach the mystical forest as fast as they could. And even when the sky turned black they still moved onwards.
Something wasn't right. They have passed five villages, each haunted by devils or demons. While none had a situation nearly as bad as the first one they came across, this level of rampant evil activity was especially unusual.
Liu Sumeng could not imagine this kind of chaos unfolding under Peng Zhugen's watchful eye.
But Yuan Xuelan was there to explain that actually, the Sect Leader Peng had been away from his own home for a while now, to gather troops and support from smaller sects.
