Deep within the jungle.
High above a settlement of Wild Demons, two figures swept in, leaving brilliant streaks of light in their wake. The members of the Demon Race below grew tense. They knew that a large number of Human Cultivators had recently arrived in the mountains.
Some demons scrambled into their homes as fast as they could. Others, who were holding weapons, hesitated, unsure whether to advance or retreat, and simply stared at the sky in confusion. When they saw Hu Qianqian, however, they seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.
This outpost was only seventy or eighty li from the previous battlefield. Wang Ping subconsciously glanced back toward the battlefield before focusing his spiritual sense to scan the area. It wasn't long before he located the place from Young Master Ming's memories, about ten li south of the settlement.
