Thus, Yan Zhengya tracked the Weasel Demon to Xiao Zhou Mountain at dusk. At this time, Xiao Zhou Mountain was gradually shrouded in darkness, and Yan Zhengya crouched on the mountain path, studying something.
There's no mistake; this demonic aura even has a hint of alcohol.
Just how much alcohol did the Weasel Demon steal from that person? It's one thing to steal someone's drink, but what's with the lack of manners, farting in their presence? No wonder they're holding a grudge! Yan Zhengya grumbled inwardly, carefully discerning the direction of the demonic aura, and continued deeper into Xiao Zhou Mountain.
As Zhengya ventured deeper, another strange aura in the depths of the mountain caught his attention. This aura was unlike demonic aura, yet more intense. Demonic aura appeared faint red, while this aura was pitch black.
