That night, Zhao Zuo changed his clothes and set out with Shen Yunjiao.
The Moyun Sect was said to have a thousand-year-old legacy. It had relocated to the Yunlan Mountain Range over two hundred years ago but still maintained a layout that was centuries old. Its four major districts were like the roots of a great tree, nourishing the Moyun Sect above them while also serving as the first line of defense against invasion.
Shen Yunjiao led Zhao Zuo to a forest near a valley. Under the moonlight, the dense branches looked like twisted, grotesque demons. From the valley not far away, the howls of wolves and roars of tigers echoed.
Without the shelter of buildings, the frigid wind grew more intense. However, because Zhao Zuo also practiced a Body Refining Technique, the temperature had little effect on him. He wore a night-crawling suit over just two thin layers of undergarments.
"We're here."
