Sanqing Mountain was shrouded in the darkness of night, cold and deserted.
Bai Jingming did not know that besides himself, there were others nearby who also intended to assassinate Lu Chenzhou. In the mountain forest, two furtive figures lay in concealment.
One was a fat old crone, broad and obese, with ugly features.
She bit down on a dry-tobacco pipe, puffing clouds of smoke.
The old crone was the Hall Master of the Divine Child Sect, hired at great cost by Chen Yongjing.
Her strength was roughly equal to a Middle Realm Martial Arts Polymath, even above Bai Jingming. The Divine Child Sect was the local power of the Western Jiang region, very familiar with this area. The old crone naturally agreed to this deal— even if the assassination failed, she could escape with ease.
The other was a withered, skeletal old man.
He was the master of the Seven-Eyed Limax, subordinate of the old crone.
In the past, Lu Chenzhou had accidentally killed a demon raised by him.
