Night.
Two bright moons.
A pot sat atop the campfire on the ground, the boiling water steaming as Song Yin added the seasoning herbs. They mixed with the meat already simmering in the pot, releasing a fragrant aroma.
He watched the three individuals in front of him constantly forming Dharma Seals, practicing the Bewitching Mind Technique, a hint of a smile revealing his satisfaction.
After eradicating the old lair of the Duo Shen Sect, with no Demonic Path practitioners in the vicinity, they took a break nearby. It was just in time for the evening practice, so he had the fourth junior brother join the second and third in performing the Bewitching Mind Technique a thousand times.
Among the three, Zhang Fei Xuan wore a mocking smile, seemingly at ease.
Wang Qizheng was gnashing his teeth and looked fierce, casting each Dharma Seal as if he was about to strike someone.
