Atop Nameless Peak, the crowd either sat or stood, the atmosphere quiet; even those from the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge group felt no desire to converse.
As for whether they were secretly communicating through battlefield markings, that remained unknown.
After all, such actions left no trace whatsoever.
Even though suspicions abounded in their hearts, everyone maintained an outward calm, everyone except Ying Wuji, who felt incredibly uneasy.
Being a ghost cultivator, he could only unleash his full strength in the shadows, thus being exposed in this overt manner gave him the unsettling sensation of being stripped naked.
Especially since everyone present was incredibly powerful, and he was the weakest among them…
Trying to mask his unease, he leaned against a large tree, fidgeting with his curved Spiritual Artifact. The artifact, as if infused with life, flipped uncertainly through his fingers, tracing graceful arcs.
