Chapter 391: Who Was the Prey?

Realpeak Sect territory, Peach Ridge. A bitter wind swept through, shaking the snow-laden brush until it hissed and rattled. Even in the dead of winter, this primeval forest stayed viciously alive, fed by spiritual energy. Gnarled branches twisted over one another, the canopy so dense that daylight barely filtered through. A muddy path snaked inward like a viper, drilling into the heart of the woods and vanishing into unknown shadow. The air carried the sour stink of wet earth, the bite of old...