Investigating Distress: The Affection of Feng and Shuang
Hu Feng led a team of elite disciples, concealing their forms as if melting into the shadows of the night, and crept stealthily toward the stronghold occupied by the Demonic Cultivators and the Demon Clan.
Arriving at a secluded valley where the night was as thick as ink and a deathly stillness hung in the air, the only sound was the howling of chilling winds weaving through the crevices of bizarre rocks like mournful ghosts. The air was thick with the potent stench of blood and decay, weighing heavily upon their hearts like a tangible pall. Hu Feng raised a hand to signal the others to halt, speaking in a low voice: "Something is wrong. Everyone, be on your guard."
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