Upon returning to the Five Poison Sect Headquarters, under the sycophantic and sinister scheming of Zhong Renwang, whose thoughts were as twisted as his malicious plots, Lan Xiaodie's cold, frost-like gaze gradually fixed upon the mysterious and crucial land of Hailong Village.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight poured down like liquid silver, outlining a tranquil and beautiful picture. However, the air faintly carried strands of eerie aura, as if invisible demonic hands were silently arranging a sinister layout in the darkness.
Hailong Village lay atop the unique karst landscape of Bozhou, surrounded by grotesque peaks and rugged rocks, casting bizarre and monstrous shadows under the moonlight, as if countless ferocious beasts lurked there.
