A cunning rabbit has three burrows. The Black Wind Thieves possessed over a dozen hideouts, and their leader would always inform them in advance of where to assemble.
The rendezvous point this time was a cavern at the base of a cliff, carved out by a mountain stream. Because the Spiritual Qi was scarce and the terrain treacherous, it was rarely visited. In the hundred years since it was established, only a few mortal Medicine Gatherers had ever stumbled upon it by chance.
Now, bloodcurdling screams echoed through the damp, sunless cavern, like the shriek of a night owl, sending a chill down one's spine.
The Black Wind Thieves who had been tasked with guarding the Flying Boat and preventing the Zhang Family's Direct Descendant from escaping were all hanging in mid-air, suspended by iron chains. An eerie Yin Fire burned fiercely upon their bodies.
