Chapter 265 Book 6 The Web
A thick mist clung to the ground like ghostly tendrils, winding between towering trees whose roots had long claimed the bones of the forgotten. Distant growls no longer echoed through the trees—proof that the fierce demon beasts had either fled or been wiped out. Smoke curled lazily from cookfires, the scent of roasted herbs and boiled rice barely masking the coppery tang of blood and antiseptic. The forest was returning to stillness. But within the bustling camp, life and death still danced in tandem.
Li An, in her disguise as a rough-faced, scarred mercenary woman, crouched beside a wounded Chi cultivator whose left arm was swollen and blackened by poison. Her fingers moved with practiced precision, extracting a fang fragment from the cultivator's shoulder and dousing the wound with a sharp-smelling herbal solution from one of the tightly rolled cloth pouches her elite team carried.
