「Three days later.」
The initial excitement and tear-filled joy of the several Demon Hunter patriarchs had given way to silence.
The monstrous beasts were gone.
But the things that ate people had always been there.
Bai Yuan had no words of comfort to offer.
That's just how the world was.
Some things would simply never change.
Besides, he had no time to ponder such philosophical questions. The monstrous beasts of the East Sea had already crossed thousands of miles of ocean to reach Jiangnan.
Jiangzhou.
Before a rocky shoal.
A colossal monster, hundreds of feet tall, churned the stormy sea. Before it stood an old man in a Daoist Robe, lightning crackling in his hands.
As the Celestial Master of the Dragon Tiger Sect, Elder Pei had an inherent duty to slay demons and devils.
