The slaughter over the human skin grew increasingly fierce, and along the path leading up to the mountaintop temple, shattered corpses were strewn everywhere.
Master Feng Lin led the way, accompanied by five Puppet Cultivators.
Thinking about the distribution of benefits for this trip, his expression twisted slightly with pain. After all, when it came to spiritual materials, the more Puppet Cultivators involved, the smaller his share would be.
Yet Master Feng Lin had failed to uncover the true nature of the Nameless Temple, nor did he know anything about the Beast Cultivator behind the scenes.
Fu Yan Taoist had a half-human, half-horse appearance, a pair of arm-like antlers atop his head, and his cultivation at the early stage of youth was unremarkable within the group.
He softly asked, "Since the Black Wind Village has Beast Cultivators, shouldn't we inform Manager Shi so he can send reinforcements?"
