Traces of the Skydemon Sect
Translator: CKtalon
2nd March, morning.
Jiang State Capital.
Meng Chuan—looking like an ordinary saber user—began patrolling the city as usual. He held a few piping-hot meat buns in his hands as he ate. He didn't look very special, but he was constantly scanning his surroundings with his perception domain.
Ever since the Great Relocation Plan had begun in earnest, Meng Chuan would patrol the city five times a day. Thrice when the sun was up, and twice at night! Be it the three supreme sects or Godfiends like Meng Chuan; they believed that the demon monarchs didn't care about the number of demons that had died at the city passes over the years! Now that they knew the state capitals and prefecture cities were empty, it was impossible for them to remain unmoved by the rare opportunity.
The humans were out in the light, while the demons lurked in the dark! Meng Chuan dared not slack off.