The fox demon narrowed her eyes, then, after a long pause, drawled, “I remember you, a disciple of Haochen Mountain.” She twirled her sword with a flourish, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Since we’re acquainted, little cultivator, why don’t you come closer, and we can reminisce about old times?” Looking into her bewitching eyes, Ji Lingyue felt her body…
A complex red formation appeared in the air, radiating a dazzling light like burning flames. The next moment, a petite girl with delicate features appeared in the center, turning her head in confusion. Soon, she saw the woman sitting on the bed with a stern face. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Master!” Lan Wu’s expression worsened. Just as she raised…
By dusk the next day, the three of them crossed into Central Region’s territory, with Ji Lingyue leading the way to Fenyin Valley. On the way, Yu Shanye frowned at the endless green fields below. After a long silence, she finally asked, “What method did you use to take those twenty lashes for her?” Ji Lingyue paused, glancing instinctively at…
The dark clouds dispersed, and the clear moonlight bathed the mountain path, illuminating the figure stumbling along. The blood that had been flowing from her body had dried, no longer dripping, but the metallic taste of iron still lingered in her throat. Ji Lingyue coughed, shifting the weight of the person on her back, and continued her descent. In the…
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hall, accompanied by the faint scent of blood. Ye Qingjun turned her head, her eyes instinctively landing on the figure being escorted in. Her pupils contracted sharply. She took a step forward, her voice filled with shock. “What happened?” Yu Shanye, who had been quietly standing behind her, was also startled. She…