A few months passed again.
Stabilize the realm and organize knowledge.
The following spring, in the morning.
Zhang Feng came out of the forest without having any particular place in mind, but he encountered more than twenty villagers with tense expressions at the edge of the forest.
They were holding forks and hoes used for tilling the land, cautiously and fearfully surveying the surroundings.
At this moment, Zhang Feng was about a mile away from them.
He observed them entirely by relying on his spiritual sense.
'There's a demon.'
After switching through several talismans in his spiritual sense, Zhang Feng also saw a strong concentration of water attribute spiritual Qi where they were.
And this spiritual Qi carried a 'demonic aura.'
However, this demonic aura wasn't an attribute; it was a unique scent.
Just like how a person might spray themselves with perfume.
