The towering, majestic city walls stood steadfast amidst the blowing sands, silent and solemn, looking like giants eternally guarding the land. At this moment, the side gate in the southeast corner slowly opened, and dozens of streams of light suddenly flew out. The cultivators, their faces showing various emotions, stepped on their flying swords, streaming out of the city gate….
“Cough…” In the vast snowfields, no other figure remained standing. The dark stains of fresh blood were slowly being buried under the falling snow. Lan Yuan took a tired breath, wiping the blood off her face, and turned to leave. She had only taken two steps when two whooshing sounds came from behind. Lan Yuan’s body tensed, and she swung…
From Yandu to the exit of the demon realm, the endless three hundred miles of yellow sand were now blanketed in snow. The pursuing soldiers grew in number behind them. Lan Yuan flicked the blood off her sword and casually tossed aside a severed head, turning to shout, “Keep moving! Don’t stop!” Feng Yi’s eyes widened. “Your Highness, how can…
“Ji Lingyue, Ji Lingyue! Wake up!” The urgent voice gradually seeped into her ears. Ji Lingyue, shaken so hard her head spun, struggled to open her eyes, letting out a weak, pained groan. “Yao Zhu…” “You’re finally awake,” Yao Zhu sighed in relief. “You scared me to death. Why did you suddenly pass out?” “Pass out?” She murmured, rubbing her…
Late at night, a series of loud knocks echoed outside Dongchi Inn. The innkeeper, while fastening his sash, slowly went to open the door. “Who is it? In the middle of the night! Don’t you know… Oh, why is it the Hall Master?” Lin Wantang strode into the inn, asking, “Which room is the Second Princess of the Merfolk staying…