The sun was setting in the west, night was falling.
Refining Demon Mountain shed the last of its crimson sunset, leaving behind the clarity of daylight, now heavy and oppressive.
The night wind was bitterly cold, insects and snakes slithered across the ground, and every so often there was a low growl from Monster Beasts—no one could tell what other dangers were hidden in the darkness.
Luckily, Xun Ziyou was at the Late Golden Core Stage.
Mo Hua followed behind him; the journey was free of other risks.
The two of them used their movement techniques, hiding in the shadows of night, making their way once more into the depths of the forest, towards that murmuring blood-red creek, to the place where White Bones piled into beaches.
It was just past 7:00 PM, the moonlight cold as ice, spilling onto White Bone Beach with a chilling clarity that was hard to define.
But there was still no trace of any Demon Cultivators nearby.
The two waited in the vicinity.
