Shanxun's gaze burned with excitement.
His grand plan was about to be realized—his contribution would be undeniable!
Tonight, Shanxun was on night watch, so the courtyard was silent.
Occasionally, a cold autumn breeze swept through, rustling the trees on the mountain.
Yun Yubai followed Shanxun closely, his mind in turmoil.
Who would have thought that a disciple of Zen Master Cinian would turn out to be from the Demon Clan?
Because of this, everyone slept soundly, unsuspecting and unguarded.
But as they stepped out of the courtyard, a gust of wind struck Yun Yubai's face, clearing his thoughts.
He suddenly halted.
Shanxun turned sharply, already sensing Yun Yubai's intent.
He rushed to stop him, but—
"Chu Yang!!"
Yun Yubai used what little spiritual power he had regained and shouted.
The call echoed across Jialan Celestial Mountain.
Shanxun gritted his teeth in fury. "You're insane!"