The demon cult was one of the largest and most powerful organizations in the nine peaks basin, on an individual level, probably more powerful than any of the nine great sects and seven great families.
Naturally, its base was worthy of such power and wealth.
A sea of luxurious pavilions stretched as far as the eye could see, surrounded by high walls and a city where crime was basically legalized.
Qingyi passed through this city, his eyes encountering atrocities of all kinds.
Prostitution, human trafficking, slavery, not even children were spared.
He had to stop the vomit from rising to his throat as he forced a cold face, ignoring the prostitutes who smiled provocatively at him.
It was a difficult task, but he managed to do it, arriving in front of the sect's wide gate, where a few hundred people were already waiting to be selected.
Qingyi scanned the faces of everyone there, finding none of his three companions.
