"It's a cannon!"
Kong Shangzhao lowered his voice, "They are assembling cannons, preparing to transport them to Korea."
Wang Daoxuan's Turtle Shell Compass trembled slightly, its pointer directing towards the depths of the military camp.
He furrowed his brows slightly and said in a low voice, "There's a heavy presence of Sha Qi there, and... remnants of incense fire wish power."
The group concentrated and looked closely, noticing in the deepest part of the camp, a tent draped in black cloth was faintly visible.
Outside the tent were Taoist cultivators, dressed in hunting clothes and wearing black hats, guarding it.
These cultivators held Shenle Bells and exorcism charms, their expressions solemn, periodically bowing towards the tent.
"Doesn't look like a typical military camp." Wang Daoxuan mused thoughtfully.
During their observation, noise arose from down the mountain.
Only to see a group of ronin pouring into the valley from the western mountain path.
