Chapter 381 Book 7 A Trap for the Greedy
Li An's footsteps were light and deliberate, her gaze sweeping over the sprawling grounds of the Silent Crow sect. The air here was thicker with ambient chi than in the other parts of the province, a testament to the sect's location amidst a nexus of mountainous veins. After entering through the main gate, a large procession not too far from the entrance drew her attention. A crowd of disciples, all clad in the sect's dark, somber robes, knelt in a half-circle around a tall, austere monument. It was a memorial of some kind, judging by the somber expressions and bowed heads. A chill traced its way down her spine. The formality felt less like reverence and more like a grim, obligatory ritual.
"A beautiful sight, isn't it?"
