“Do you feel that?”

Huang Wenfa stood outside the treasured site, his face growing steadily graver.

As the Mountain-Moving Sect Master, he did not go as far as his disciples and their disciples, who thought everyone in Nanhong a savage. But a certain arrogance was hard to avoid all the same.

The other three Hongs dealt with one another constantly, after all. When you had seen that much, you naturally held your head higher.

It was meeting Sect Master Shen that changed Huang Wenfa's mind — and even then, only about Shen Yi himself.

Coming here in person this time, though, he had found things were not what he imagined.

So many great demons had poured into Nanhong, and yet to this day not one word of trouble had reached them. It was as if every one of those great demons had simply, eerily vanished the moment it set foot in Nanhong.

If the Nanhong Seven could hold down even something as frightening as that, their foundations ran deeper than he had ever expected.

And in so short a time a Heaven Realm expert had fallen here, while on the surface Nanhong looked perfectly calm, not a ripple on it. It was absurd.

The longer Huang Wenfa looked at the water in front of him, the more unfathomable it seemed.

The one job Sect Master Shen had given them was, of all things, to watch this spot for trouble. A plain lookout post, to keep other demons from coming in.

At first that had rankled. Huang Wenfa had felt slighted. He might be no match for a freak like Sect Master Shen, but he had some strength to his name, and he had brought old Cheng all this way specifically to help — in earnest, not just for show. Why shouldn't he be trusted to fight demons?

Now he had changed his mind again.

Being a good "lookout" did not seem so easy after all.

Whatever had stirred under the water just now had been downright frightening.

“I'll let Sect Master Shen know.”

Cheng Xiaoyuan took his eyes off the…