Right now, the young elites of every sect in Yunlin Prefecture were diligently improving, not daring to slacken in the slightest. It was certain that their sects' resources would be allocated in their favor in due time.
....
Deep within Qianchuan Marsh, inside a hidden cave on a small island.
Water dripped with a steady beat. The damp rock walls were covered in dark moss, and a few dim, yellow oil lamps flickered, casting distorted, swaying shadows.
Several figures stood in silence, adding to the cave's already oppressive and suffocating atmosphere.
If Chen Qing were here, he would have recognized one of them—it was Zuo Feng, the Demon Sect expert who had protected Zheng Hui and broken through the encirclement during the battle of Nine Waves Island.
His expression was somber now as he scanned the others in the cave.
Everyone present was a prominent figure from the Demon Sect's Yunlin Sub-Pavilion. Their hands were all stained with blood, their crimes innumerable.
