Chapter 177: Mist Eye Sect
The morning mist clung to the Twin Leaf Peak Sect like an old quilt that refused to be shaken off. Down below, the trio of Han Yu, Wu Shuan, and Fatty Kui made their way along the winding trail that curved away from the sect grounds and into the thickening wilderness.
Fatty Kui had, somehow, managed to strap an entire basket of snacks to his back. It swayed ominously with every step, occasionally rattling like it was possessed by a restless pickle jar spirit.
"So..." Han Yu finally broke the silence as a bird chirped somewhere in the trees. "What do you two know about the Mist Eye Sect? I don’t know much aside from the fact that they’re in the Ending Spine Mountains and kind of shady."
Wu Shuan, walking at the front with a steady pace, glanced over his shoulder.
"They’re unorthodox," he said simply.
"Unorthodox?" Han Yu tilted his head. "As in... villainous? Evil? Cannibalistic?"
"Not necessarily," Wu Shuan replied. "Unorthodox doesn’t always mean evil. It means they don’t follow the righteous cultivation path our sect and most major powers recognize. Their methods, beliefs, and techniques tend to be... unconventional."
Fatty Kui piped up from behind. "And creepy. Don’t forget creepy."
Wu Shuan nodded. "That too."
Han Yu rubbed his chin. "Then why hasn’t the sect just... I don’t know, destroyed them? If they’re that shady, shouldn’t someone have wiped them out by now?"
"That’s not how it works," Wu Shuan said. "The Mist Eye Sect isn’t some ragtag gang of mountain bandits. They’re a real force in the region. Small, yes, but dangerous. Their numbers might be limited, but their techniques are built around illusion, perception, and mental interference. It’s hard to fight what you can’t see properly."