Howling Moon Mountain Range, western part.
Several hundred li away from Silver Rock Valley.
Above the mountains and rivers, an old man and a middle-aged man stood facing each other, both wearing extremely ugly expressions.
A month had passed.
Just like walking a dog, they followed Taoist Qing Cang everywhere, but they could never catch him.
Every time they arrived at the scene, their prodigies were already dead.
Now, the deeds of the two of them in the Howling Moon Mountain Range had spread throughout the Demon Tribe.
"Threaten him with all of the Human Race, I don't believe Qing Cang won't show up."
"What if he doesn't come? After all, we've already slaughtered all the Humans who came out to hunt, and we didn't see him lift a finger to help."
The middle-aged man in the silver armor spoke with doubt in his voice.
Any clear-eyed demon could see that Taoist Qing Cang was far from a straightforward character and he would certainly not put himself in danger for the Human Race.
