Chapter 143: Eroding March Pavilion
A shadowy figure sat on a vantage point that overlooked a beautiful landscape. Their eyes were shut as they tightly held onto a talisman. Whatever they were doing was draining stamina as sweat began to build up on their brows as time passed.
They remained completely still even when a sparrow flew onto their shoulder. The bird made itself comfortable and chirped to its heart’s content. Like that, time flowed, with the winds bustling and sounds of life from the forest giving off a vibrant atmosphere.
After some time, the figure finally opened their eyes. Eyes were called the windows of the soul for a reason, because right now, they fully displayed the shadowy figure’s anger. As if able to sense the human’s emotions, the bird swiftly darted away.
Despite the person’s anger, they still moved in a calm manner, slowly taking out a purple jade from within their robes.
“Master,” the figure let out a distorted voice. “I have an update.”
It took a full ten minutes before the figure received a response.
“Speak.”
“The plan failed. Someone from Nightmoon Valley intervened.”
“...Have you been discovered?”
“No, I made sure to erase any traces.”
“Then it’s fine. No big deal, but come back anyway to be safe. I’ll send someone else to take over.”
The mysterious disciple hesitated for a split second, wanting to overturn his master’s order, but his rationality won out.