The night was as thick as heavy ink, weighing heavily upon the mountain forest. The surrounding trees resembled fangs-baring monsters, rustling in the howling night wind as if whispering ancient and mysterious tales. High above, a crescent moon was half-veiled by dark clouds, casting a few bleak rays that barely managed to illuminate a small clearing in the forest. Here, a tension hung in the air so thick it was suffocating—like a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment and send everyone present flying.
Du Bufan stood among the group, a light sweat already beading on his forehead. Suddenly, his eyes lit up like a trapped beast that had just caught a glimmer of hope in the dark. Clearing his throat, he shattered the deathly silence. His voice sounded somewhat abrupt in the gloomy surroundings: "Brother, did you just say Master Yuantong is up on your mountain?" As he spoke, he stared fixedly at the nearby Feather God Sect disciple without blinking, a fire of hope igniting in his heart. "Thank goodness, I've finally found a way to solve my problem. If Master Yuantong can help me, that would truly be wonderful."
Startled by this sudden question, the Feather God Sect disciple gave a violent shudder. Like a puppet whose strings had been yanked, he nodded mechanically: "Yes, he's there." Inwardly, he was somewhat baffled, unable to understand why Du Bufan was so interested in Master Yuantong, while concurrently sensing a strange urgency about the fellow.
Chapter 83