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Two days later.
At the border outpost of the Faceless Sword Sect.
A middle-aged Taoist frowned deeply, looking towards the distance where a sea of black mist churned.
Monsters that usually traversed the area had suddenly become much less frequent in the past two days, for reasons unknown.
"Master, the Sea of Black Mist seems much calmer than before," said a handsome teenager behind the Taoist, equally puzzled.
"Yes, it must be because some great demon or demon king is devouring others, consuming the smaller monsters, thus reducing their numbers," the middle-aged Taoist stroked his beard, "Let's go, we should send word to the sect that fewer monsters is a good thing."
"Yes," the teenager nodded.
Both glance back at the rows of alarm formation pillars at the station post, making sure nothing was missed, before leaping up and transforming into two streaks of azure light, flying off into the distance.
