Evening.
In Moro Mountain, Qing State.
Yan Meishan continued to fly in the air. When she had previously rushed to the pool's cave, she discovered that the two Hall Masters from the Twelve Halls had actually moved out.
All that was left was an empty cave!
At that moment, the Third Elder felt completely off, but the decisiveness and timidity of the two somehow earned her admiration.
Decisive and cowardly.
Gazing at the deserted cave, Yan Meishan contacted the Second Elder of the Demon Sect to inquire about the new base. Once she knew that the two had moved to Moro Mountain, she set off again and hurriedly came.
Inside a secret cave within the belly of the mountain.
The short and ugly cultivator, who had just received news from Qingmu City, paced in place, lost in thought.
The masked old man who had tried to sabotage him before was not there; it was unclear whether they had fallen out or if the old man had gone out to enlist nearby Demon Clan members.
