「On a desolate mountain.」
"Still no sign of the Demoness?"
the masked man asked, his tone sinister.
"We followed the Butterfly Fragrance Golden Insect you gave us, Senior Brother, and tracked the source of the fragrance to Silver State."
"However, we didn't find any trace of the Demoness. We found a Peregrine Falcon instead."
"The Demoness must have realized something was wrong and set that up intentionally."
A young man in green robes said with his head bowed.
He was extremely cautious as he spoke.
The tracking had failed because the source of the problem was the masked man right in front of him. But he didn't dare say more, choosing his words with extreme care.
This was because the other man's cultivation was higher than his. More importantly, after being disfigured, the man had become exceptionally ruthless, with certain... special predilections. He wouldn't even spare disciples from his own Sect.
