Dusk's smoke rose, and the darkening sky stretched vast and boundless.
A bright moon hung in the air, its chilling radiance piercing, reflecting off the brows and hair of those it touched.
Outside Lijiang City.
By this moment, Huo Zhongyun, whose injuries had completely healed, stood beneath the city wall, gazing at the distant towering pagoda, and slowly said, "I truly did not expect the Heavenly Demon Order to appear in Chu Huai's hands."
By his side, Ghost-faced Buddha joined his hands and said solemnly, "This matter seems somewhat peculiar."
"What do you mean by that?" Huo Zhongyun's eyebrows slightly raised.
Ghost-faced Buddha's expression was grave as he said, "The Heavenly Demon Order is a legacy item of our Demon Sect, apart from the treasure sunk beneath the Sealing Demon Well for a thousand years, this item is a token of faith for the Sect Hierarch, absolutely critical."