While the elders of the Mystic Peak Sect were locked in a stalemate of pride and indecision, their enemies were not idle. The members of the newly formed Righteous Yue Alliance, having seized the narrative, now began to apply pressure. Their opening move was not a direct assault, but something far more insidious, a strategy that bled their enemy without risking a single soldier of their own.
Their chosen instrument was the Hundred Beast Manor.
Their target was not a fortress, but a farm.
Li Mei hated guard duty.
She was nineteen years old, a reasonably talented disciple at the Sixth Stage of Qi Condensation, and in her opinion, she was destined for greater things than this. She was supposed to be in the inner sect, practicing elegant sword forms and perhaps catching the eye of that handsome, stoic Senior Brother from the Disciplinary Hall.
Instead, she was here.
