When Ye Qingjun woke up, the sunlight outside the window was just right. The chirping of birds and the gentle breeze carried the sound of two arguing voices into her ears. One was Elder Yao: “Senior Sister hasn’t woken up yet. You should go back.” The other was Yao Zhu’s: “It’s been a whole day! Why isn’t she awake yet?…
After tossing the barely breathing Xibo aside, Yun Chuhe collected the bodies and led the remaining demons away. Once the dense swarm of shadows disappeared on the horizon, Ji Lingyue used her demonic energy to bind both Ji Xing and Xibo, then followed Lan Wu back to the barrier. Their friends stood on the other side, their faces filled with…
Lan Yuan withdrew her sword and knelt down in front of Ji Xing, reaching out cautiously. Ji Xing flinched, instinctively recoiling, but Lan Yuan’s hand remained stubbornly suspended in the air until Ji Xing stopped retreating. Only then did Lan Yuan continue to gently touch her face. Lan Yuan lowered her gaze, studying her for a long moment. “Are you…
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…