The dark, imposing walls of the Shattered Moon Ravine loomed over the five hundred elite disciples of the White Bone Hall as they marched confidently into the silent canyon.
The air was incredibly thick and smelled heavily of dry dust, but these so-called righteous orthodox cultivators didn't care one bit because they were completely blinded by greed.
Elder Zhao rode at the very front of the vanguard on a massive armored spirit beast, stroking his well-groomed beard with a highly arrogant, greedy smirk plastered across his face since he firmly believed he was about to casually harvest a defenseless demonic sect like a field of fresh leeks.
"Keep moving forward!" Elder Zhao commanded with a booming voice that echoed off the canyon walls, "These demonic remnants are nothing but pathetic frogs at the bottom of a well, so we will quickly secure their treasury and purge their sins from this earth!"
