The meeting dispersed, and Mo Yifeng decided to set off when night fell.
And to cover Mo Yifeng's departure without alerting Su Qinghai,
Qu Tan'er and Mo Liancheng rode on an iron-blooded bat with three teams of Shadow Guards, leaving the City.
The sky gradually darkened.
When they reached the vicinity of the barrier, they saw the largest gathering of Soul Hunters. Nearly a hundred tents were pitched on the empty grassland, with cooking smoke rising and sentries standing guard. It appeared to be very orderly.
This took both of them by surprise.
"Even beasts have become orderly, no wonder they have pressured the Mo Clan into such a dire situation so quickly," Qu Tan'er shook her head, filled with emotion. However, she quickly realized that scum would always be scum. In the darkness, among the bushes, thickets, or hidden spots.
Men and women, in tangled relationships.
Groups of three or four... The day had not yet completely darkened, and already it was a "silver" mess.
