"Master, what was written on the missing piece of the bamboo slip?"

When Master came to bring me meatballs, I asked him this question.

Lately, I felt that Master was also quite exhausted, and today he even had injuries when he came.

Master's face tensed, and he sternly asked me, "Have you been to the library?!"

I remained silent.

Master's voice turned cold.

"That was written by a madman from my sect a thousand years ago, how could it be taken as truth?! Recently, demons have been rampant outside, it's not safe, you should stay home and recuperate properly."

He left with a flick of his sleeve, leaving me even more puzzled.

I found Senior Brother and Sixth Senior Sister and told them what I was thinking.

Senior Brother remained silent, and Sixth Senior Sister had a conflicted expression. They definitely knew something.

"Are you really going to live day by day like this, eating the flesh and blood of fellow disciples, waiting for death to come?!"

We all knew very well that in the coming days, we would either be slain by demons or perish under this blood moon, with our paths ending here.

"It's Wolong!"

Sixth Senior Sister suddenly spoke up, and Senior Brother was furious.

"Junior Sister, dare you break the sect rules?!"

Sixth Senior Sister looked directly into Senior Brother's eyes, utterly unafraid, her face showing determination.

"Senior Brother, you might as well kill me. Either way, it's a death. To die by your hand would fulfill my wish."

Wolong?

Though I didn't know what that was, we had no other choice now.

"I want to find Wolong. Senior Brother, will you kill me, or stay here and wait for death?"

After a long silence, Senior Brother clenched his fists tightly and decided to join me.

Among us, Senior Brother had the highest cultivation. He had previously slain the most demons and was not far from transcending and ascending.

With him, we had much more assurance on this journey.