Upon a distant mountain peak.
A team of roughly two hundred people had halted there.
The middle-aged man at the front, hands behind his back, stared into the distance, an expression of astonishment on his face. "Have these Ghost Beasts gone mad? They've attacked for a day without any sign of stopping. What exactly are they after?" the middle-aged man exclaimed.
"Whatever the reason, all we need to do is reap the benefits of their fight," an elderly man at his side said with a dark smile, clearly unconcerned.
"I'm afraid it's not just us, Senior Brother. Have a look in those other directions," the middle-aged man sighed, pointing.
"What?" The elder quickly focused his vision and scanned the indicated directions, his expression subtly changing.
