By the time the night wind had cooled, the party had reached the outskirts of Evil God Mountain.
Even Elder Xu—who had brazenly displayed his dragon aura earlier—silently withdrew his presence here. His expression turned solemn, and his steps became measured.
Qian Mo was the first to notice. "Elder Xu?"
"We're near the domain of the Abyssal Tiger Clan. It's best not to cause trouble."
Meng Qing frowned. "But isn't the mountain under the control of the Evil Alliance?"
Qian Xu glanced at her sideways. "Because the beings that dwell within this mountain aren't your average spirit beasts. Some haven't seen sunlight since the primordial era. Evil demons… hybrids… many of them cannot be reasoned with—and some are older than entire sect lineages."
He pointed toward a distant cliff veiled in dark fog.
