Silver-white moonlight filtered through the thin mist, spreading across the land.
Mist Smoke Mountain seemed to be draped in a layer of moon-white gauze.
In the dense forest, the man with a pockmarked face hovered a palm's height above the ground; with every step, he covered dozens of meters.
"The Vice Prefect is always generous. Taking down this Pill Master, I should at least get a reward of a hundred and eighty Daoist Cultivation points," the man with the pockmarked face hummed an unrecognizable tune, thinking to himself.
Thinking of how Zhang Lang and Li Huan had fawned over him just now, the man couldn't help but sneer.
"Idiots!"
"Chen Mu is an alchemist; even if he is being plotted against, it's because the Vice Prefect values his abilities and wants to recruit him."
"To think they can climb up to the Vice Prefect's position, heh..." the man with the pockmarked face was full of disdain.
"But if things really work out, I might have to deal with that Chen Mu."
