Chapter 268 Book 6 Into the Pit
The thick scent of pine and damp earth filled the air as Li An crouched on a moss-laden rock, deep in the shaded forest of Jeosam's Firaga Mountain. Moonlight filtered through the tall evergreens, silvering the edges of her servant's robes. Though garbed as a Misty Mountain Sect attendant, her presence was ghostly, nearly indistinguishable from the shadows.
Ahead lay the clearing—once a forgotten altar now revealed by recent events. She watched silently as five groups made their final preparations around the stone dais. The sect leaders from Nine Hollow Gate, Cloud River Sect, and Snowflame Sect stood at the forefront, each surrounded by their elders and trusted disciples. Behind them were the minor sects: Liu Wind Temple and the Thousand Blades' minor branch. Though smaller in numbers, their eyes burned with equal fervor.
