A crescent moon hung in the sky.
The moonlight, scattered down, made the whole world seem misty and dim.
Inside the mountain valley, the bonfire still raged fiercely.
The big snake, roasted to a golden crisped sheen, had been devoured by Zheng Donglai, Fang Qingshan, and others, leaving only scant bones.
Outside the valley, in the wild fields, roars of beasts rose and fell, occasionally echoing loudly.
Now and then, fierce beasts would foolishly intrude into the valley and after a short scream, would quickly fall silent.
To avoid drawing the attention of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the team from the Bloodthirsty Sect hadn't flown into the sky but had merely skimmed over the ground.
They gave a wide berth to regions where powerful Fierce Beasts lurked.
The main reason for choosing to stop in this valley was that the local fierce and powerful beasts were relatively weak, posing little threat to them.
