Purple Mist Mountains.
Outer Perimeter.
Yan Jingqing stood atop a hillside, a Scholar's Sword strapped to his back. His gaze swept across the fog-enshrouded peaks ahead, a blend of purple and green. His eyes were steady, deep in thought, who knows what he was contemplating.
The toxic miasma of the Purple Mist Mountain range gathered densely, the area for a thousand miles deserted and uninhabited. To seal off all paths and exterminate the remnants of the Heavenly Corpse Sect holed up here would require the full cooperation of the Four Great Sects.
But that was clearly impossible.
For now, as far as he knew, the Heavenly Sword Sect had encountered conflicts even within the inner reaches of the Purple Mist Mountains, clashing with the Hehuan Sect and Blood Hidden Pavilion.
