The night wind was mournful, like a lament.

Outside the Soul Severing Valley, on a winding gravel path, a group of Qingyun Sect law enforcement disciples were grumbling as they hurried along.

"Boss, this place is creepy in the middle of the night. Why do we have to take this shortcut? I heard it's not clean here." A young disciple shrank his neck, looking around uneasily.

"Shut up! The sooner we report back to the sect, the sooner we can sleep!" The leading law enforcement captain, a mid-stage Foundation Establishment man, impatiently scolded, "Stay alert! What could be unclean under the sect's nose?"