The following day, Xinlie still stood across the valley in deceptive calm. But that was currently the least of the cultivators' worries.
Inspired by Tu Caihe's stories of unknown horror that lay beyond the city gates, the cultivators labored at a solution. They rushed back and forth, hauling in rare materials to build their weapons of choice.
But Peng Zhugen was occupied with another matter.
He was shadowing the movements of Tu Caihe, who was supposedly spending his time resting. He sent in a prying spell in the shape of praying mantis. Carefully, he made sure to keep out of Tu Caihe's sights and not alarm him too much. Peng Zhugen liked to believe that he was cautious and discrete but that didn't mean he should overestimate his own abilities and relax.
Although the man had suffered much from battle, he did not seem particularly weak of body and made sharp movements, navigating without trouble despite being newly blinded.
