Pale white clouds, untouched by dust, high in the heavens—fierce mountain encounters, and the Great Demon appears!
Bai Buran tread the desolate mountain path, one hand holding a flashlight, the other carrying a bag.
The Black Rat, its body slender as a hound, slowly stretched out. As if seeing an old acquaintance, it came up to greet him, its green eyes fixed hungrily on the cowhide paper bag in Bai Buran's hand.
"Younger Brother Hei, did you get into a fight again?"
Bai Buran sniffed the scorched scent swirling in the air, giving Black Rat a scrutinizing look and couldn't help but ask.
"What a joke. Who dares come to Deserted Mountain and make a move against this Daoist?" Black Rat sneered coldly.
"I never said it was a person..." Bai Buran replied, his tone laden with meaning.
In the mountains, spirit monsters and great demons were hardly limited to the Black Rat alone. Occasional sparring and duels were not uncommon. But Black Rat's words were blatantly suspicious.
