One hundred li away,
a cold wind swept through the treetops, and several figures appeared indistinctly within the deep, fog-filled forest.
Three women clad in the long robes of Inviting Moon Sect's elders stood meters apart from each other, a faint rosy light interweaving between them, faintly forming some kind of formation.
In their midst, a woman sat cross-legged.
A beautiful matron dressed in red palace robes, a delicate golden crown atop her head, was closing her beautiful eyes tightly. Waves of sound ripples kept spreading from her center, rolling towards the surrounding Yin Ghost woods.
Beyond the inaudible sound waves, a few whispers of quiet conversation could also be heard.
"This is already the third month; even with the sound-tracking method of our Inviting Moon Sect, searching for someone in the Sword Casting Valley is still like finding a needle in a haystack. What exactly is the Sect Master thinking?"
