After a day's rest and discussion, the group gathered near the exit of the northeastern border fort, the early morning light spilling over the colossal wall behind them.
The air was brisk, filled with the faint hum of immortal energy running through the protective array that lined the barrier. Lin Mu stood at the forefront with Little Shrubby beside him, the beast's fur faintly sparking with traces of lightning qi as he stretched his claws against the stone ground.
Daoist Chu adjusted the strap of his waist bag and gave a final glance toward the fort. "The report said the bandits were last seen near the eastern ravines, correct?" he asked.
Lin Mu nodded. "Yes. That's where they attacked a group of merchants three days ago. Several people were abducted, including cultivators. The patrols that went to investigate didn't return."
"That is where we start, then," Meng Bai said, his tone calm but sharp.
