Fort Master Chu really surrounded Danyang Peak like an iron barrel that could not be penetrated by a knife or splashed by water. The formations were stacked, patrols were conducted day and night, and scouts were even set up a hundred miles away.
In the past, Fort Master Chu loved to take a few walks on the Danyang Peak trail before nightfall. At first he wanted to feel a sense of victory, but later it became a habit.
However, now he has lived his life like a cautious ant. Every time he goes out of the mountain gate, he will shake his head and tail and point his antennae in all directions. Only when he is sure that there is no danger will he dare to take a few steps out.
He also didn't want to go out casually at this time, but if the usual rules were changed, the group of demon disciples who were already in a panic would probably be even more suspicious.
People's hearts are like quicksand, once they disperse it is difficult to gather them again. Lord Chu did not dare to take any risks on his own at this time.
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