Bai Mo tied a ring of grass around a tree stump at the foot of the mountain, then offered incense at a small, nearby temple.
With the formalities complete, he started up the mountain path.
Just ahead of them was a Demon Hunting Team. Roughly thirty strong, they were chatting and laughing as they ascended.
The burly man leading the group, shouldering a large blade, squinted and glanced back at them.
A team of their size was not to be considered small. It was strange that they hadn't joined the initial rush, choosing to ascend the mountain only now.
"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to be following us so closely?"
"Why don't you rest for a while before continuing?"
It was a hated, yet common tactic for some Demon Hunting Teams to trail others, waiting to swoop in like a vulture after the dirty work was done.
Bai Mo had a dozen or so men with him. One of them stared at the team ahead, licked his lips, and broke into a grin.
"It's Qi Long's crew."
