As dusk settled, a message arrived at the Wanxiang Gate, announcing that a Demon Lord was requesting an audience. Lan Yueyao, sitting alone in the empty hall, asked lazily, “Which Demon Lord?” “Demon Lord Xibo of Qingdu, and Demon Lord Yuan Changning of Mingdu.” Lan Yueyao raised an eyebrow slightly. “Ji Xing didn’t come?” “No.” Lan Yueyao hummed. “Let them…
After the light drizzle, a few rays of warm sunlight broke through the clouds. Lan Yueyao walked further and further away. When her figure completely disappeared, Lan Wu turned her gaze away and called out, “Ah Yue.” Ji Lingyue turned her head, staring at her intently. “Let’s go home.” “Okay.” Beside them, Wen Shiyu and Qi Yueyao still hadn’t fully…
“You’re wrong.” A familiar yet unfamiliar voice reached Lan Yueyao’s ears. She stiffened, then turned sharply to see a woman sitting cross-legged not far away. Her eyes widened as she stared at the woman’s profile, involuntarily taking a step towards her. As her foot landed, the once pure and ethereal ground suddenly burst into color. Ripples spread outward from her,…
The wind outside the barrier was even more biting. Lan Wu finally stood before Lan Yueyao, holding up the cold stone tablet. “Isn’t the remaining part of this with you?” Lan Yueyao didn’t speak, but turned her hand over, and a fragmented piece appeared in her palm. Lan Wu froze for a moment, her gaze settling on it. “Look, the…
By the time their conversation ended, the sky was already beginning to lighten. Lan Wu sat in place for a while, lost in thought, until she heard movement nearby and instinctively turned her head. Ji Lingyue had just finished changing into a clean set of clothes. Her silver silk sash, white silk headband, and simple attire were elegant. She stood…