Dawn broke, and Lan Wu carefully dug up the pure white flower and placed it into her storage pouch. The appearance of the Guling Flower was bound to cause conflict. Now that only the three of them knew about it, she decided to keep it a secret for the time being. Ji Lingyue watched her every move silently. When Lan…
In the lightless desert covered by thick clouds, several figures rushed out of the barrier, heading towards the center of the storm. The closer they got, the stronger the wind became. Their clothes billowed wildly, and the damp moisture clung to their skin. The sand whipped against their faces like dull knives, forcing them to land and trudge forward with…
The demons swarmed, and the horrific screams continued for a long time before gradually fading away. Lan Yueyao lowered her gaze, shifting her eyes from the blood-soaked sand to a lone figure standing out amidst the chaos. It was a beautiful face, the tightly pressed lips still showing the immaturity of youth, and the dark eyes stared at her with…
Lan Wu twisted her wrist, the icy blade slowly turning within his flesh. Chu Chen trembled in agony, screaming. “Yes, yes!” “Then where is he?” “I don’t know!” “How could you not know?” Lan Wu abruptly pulled her sword out and pressed it against his neck. “You and he have been colluding, committing so many atrocities. How could you not…
As soon as the words left his mouth, several dark figures swiftly flew toward the Chu residence. Lan Wu pushed Chu Jiangchi away with hatred and glanced at Ji Lingyue’s rapidly receding figure before stepping onto her flying sword and giving chase. The wind whistled past her ears, and she bit her lip in annoyance, clenching her fists. No, no,…