The Green Forest in the South, the Demonic Cult in the North

Qinghai.

Specifically, the western Border.

An old Pavilion where the Demonic Cult’s territory could be seen with the naked eye.

Three men were sitting there.

One of them, Mayu, the Strategist in Charge of the Murim Alliance’s Dark Hall, let out a heavy sigh.

“Haa.”

“…Mayu.”

Seeing this, Jegal Tak, the Chief Strategist of the Murim Alliance, scolded him.

“Do not show weakness. The enemy camp is right in front of us.”

“…I apologize. The situation is just so frustrating.”...