East Lake.
The blazing sun hung high in the sky, its light glinting off the sparkling waves.
A subtle spatial fluctuation flickered in the sky. An instant later, a man and a beast shot out and crashed into the lake.
As the splash erupted, the clear lake water was visibly stained crimson.
About ten miles from this spot, several disciples in the Magic Robes of the Longevity Sect sat cross-legged.
At that very moment, one of the men seemed to sense something. His eyes snapped open, and a Compass-like artifact materialized before him.
The man spoke softly,
"Spatial fluctuations, eighteen miles due east."
The man beside him asked, "Is it one of our Sect's disciples?"
"There's no trace of our Sect's Restriction Token. It must be a Loose Cultivator or a disciple from another clan."
With that, the man stood up, dusted off his clothes, and chuckled. "Let's go. We've got a job to do!"
