The Qingshi Mountains were silent and soundless.
Mi Youdao, clad in a green-gray robust outfit, walked at the forefront, with over twenty skilled disciples and sect members following behind.
The soft sound of footsteps crushing fallen leaves stood out amidst the deathly silence.
They had entered the mountains for over three miles, and not a trace of wolves, foxes, or rabbits could be found. Even the usual chirping of forest birds had vanished, leaving only the cold whistling of the wind through the treetops.
"Master, isn't it too quiet here in the mountains?"
"Could it be... that all the birds and beasts in these mountains have been eaten by that Tiger Demon?"
"Silence!"
Mi Youdao's expression darkened, and his low voice carried a ripple of Primordial Qi, causing the disciple to instantly close his mouth.
