Dawn had broken.
Amidst the verdant mountains and rivers.
The sky was azure and vast, the forests lush like a screen.
A brook babbled along.
Two figures, one leading the other, walked onward.
The person in front, tall and thin, wore an ill-fitting Taoist robe stained with blood, moving stiffly and oddly like a marionette pulled by strings.
The one behind, petite with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, stepped lightly.
These two were none other than Gui Tao's people and Mo Hua.
They had been walking all night and now into the morning.
Gui Tao walked slowly, seemingly in no hurry.
Mo Hua had no choice but to follow at his pace, calmly and steadily.
He was following Gui Tao...
Gui Tao was cruel and unpredictable.
Deeply scheming, adept at beguiling the hearts of men.
The Big Demon, Feng Xi from Tongxian City, and the Corpse King, the Taoist Demon from South Yue City, both stemmed from Gui Tao's plotting.
