The moon was dark and the wind was high, the night deep and the world quiet.
When Chen Xuanbao led a group of Green-robed Cultists into the small courtyard where Xia Chan lived, she was nowhere to be seen.
"Archbishop, the Young Mistress has already... left," a Green-robed Cultist approached Chen Xuanbao, his face covered in cold sweat.
Chen Xuanbao's face darkened, but then the corners of his mouth suddenly lifted. "Well done, Chu Qingchan. You've really played me for a fool."
"But do you think you can escape from my Five Finger Mountain just like that?"
「Danlong Ancient Mountain.」
In a certain dense forest.
Xia Chan, holding an infant, suddenly stopped on a large tree, her eyes coldly fixed on the two black-robed figures that had appeared before her out of nowhere.
These two black-robed figures were two of the Upper Nine Deities.
Xia Chan didn't know the names of these two deities, but since they were part of the Upper Nine Deities, their power must be extraordinary.
