The moonlight draped over the land like a thin veil.
A broad-shouldered figure stood atop the tiled roof, silently watching as over a hundred demon horses galloped out of Qingzhou City in perfect formation.
"Someone actually dared to follow him out of the city," Jiang Chengyun muttered as he withdrew his gaze and turned to A'qian, who sat barefoot beside him.
Both were demon hunters, and the message that had rung out from the bell earlier had naturally reached them as well.
The old lady had been called back to temporarily take over as the commander-in-chief.
With such a commotion tonight, it was impossible for her to ignore it completely.
A'qian stretched lazily, her voice tinged with exhaustion.
"After being away for so long, I almost forgot about these aristocratic families and sects."
Jiang Chengyun fell silent for a moment before replying, "You've been secretly tracking the Howling Moon Demon King for hundreds of years. How could you possibly keep track of everything else?"
No matter how strong a Golden Core expert was, it all depended on who they were compared to.
No matter how finely you divided the realms—whether it was nurturing the Golden Core, shattering it to form the Nascent Soul, or any other stage—it all boiled down to the Core Formation realm.