At midnight, the forest on the outer fringes of the Feather God Sect's mountain range resembled a dark, voracious beast, with a chilling, tangible aura surging from all directions. Every tree looked like a gnarled, clawing demon, their twisted branches sprawling wildly through the night like pairs of evil eyes pying on intruders, sending shudders through the heart. In the darkness, a group of people was resting here like startled birds, the surrounding air seemingly frozen by tension, pressing heavily upon everyone's mind.
Bang!
A young man in his early twenties suddenly lashed out with a palm strike directed at a pile of firewood that had been prepared beforehand. The strike carried formidable spiritual energy, whipping up a roaring gale in the air that echoed through the woods like the weeping and wailing of ghosts. In an instant, the pile of wood ignited, flames soaring into the air like an angry dragon. The blazing bonfire danced wildly in the darkness, illuminating the taut, almost distorted faces of the crowd, yet the clinging fear remained like a stubborn haze, completely undispersed by the firelight.
Chapter 63