The procession continued. Many among those recruited from the villages and towns they converted winced from the stinging atmosphere. Unlike the members of the Poison Demon Cult, they're not that resistant to the miasma. They follow a different path of cultivation, after all.
But despite that, they gritted their teeth and moved forward.
Meanwhile, Luo Ming approached the High Priest. "What of Xun and Huangfeng, High Priest? They've stayed neutral, but can we trust them not to turn when the fighting starts?"
The High Priest's sly grin widened. "Xun weaves her webs, and Huangfeng buzzes in her shadow. They'll serve their purpose. If they betray us, the store's wares will bury them too. For now, focus on the Meadow. Signal the new recruits to advance."
