The moon is shrouded in darkness, and the wind is howling.
A deathly silence permeates Black Pine Ridge.
This area, having become a gathering ground for Poison Masters, was devoid of any wildlife. Now that the Poison Masters are no more, the silence is deafening, disturbed only by the rustling of tree branches in the night wind, sending a shudder down one's spine.
The Regent Residence's men had already inspected during the daytime. Although the Poison Masters are dead, their lingering poison still hides everywhere, and one could lose their life stepping on any piece of land unknowingly.
After all, not all Poison Masters on the ridge were undefeatable. Each individual would lay traps around their own households as protection. Preliminary inspection results suggested that these residual toxins might take hundreds of years to disappear. Therefore, it seemed better to revamp the entire mountain altogether, transforming it into a brand new peak.
