In a verdant valley sat numerous quaint and magnificent gray stone houses.
Along the ridge, there were many platforms for Cultivation.
On these bluestone-paved platforms, numerous sturdy Demon Clan Cultivators lay about languidly, basking in the sun in all sorts of postures, their expressions filled with satisfaction.
"Cat Brother, these are my Clan Members. They've all had their blood drawn by the people from the Eight God Sect and are now weakened, so they're here basking in the sun..." the young man in the yellow robe explained hastily, an embarrassed look on his face.
So, that's how it is... Big Black Cat thought, shaking his head with a wry smile.
"Senior, our Nine Li Demon Clan is indeed very weak now; we can't defeat the Eight God Sect..." the yellow-robed youth said to Ye Yun, his voice somewhat agitated.
Ye Yun remained silent, merely nodding in response.
He surveyed his surroundings, recalling the information the yellow-robed youth had shared on their journey.
