News of the bloodshed on the main street spread quickly throughout Immortal Arrival City.
It seemed the Xuandao Sect was intentionally fanning the flames. In streets and alleys alike, no one seemed to fear the so-called Demon Dao, and everyone was discussing the incident.
That very night, a fellow disciple from the Xuandao Sect came to visit.
"Junior Brother, have you seen any suspicious individuals lately?"
"We've fought them several times now, and they were heavily injured. They might be in need of Pills."
Bai Mo shook his head.
"According to my clerk, most of our business is with regulars. We get some new faces, but they all have local roots."
At these words, a shadow fell over the visiting disciple's face.
"Is that so..."
Bai Mo looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
The disciple shook his head.
"As you know, Junior Brother, the lowest ranks of the Demon Dao are filled with all sorts of people."
