“Unwavering?” Luo Jinxiao blushed slightly at the blatant confession, but then her heart leaped with joy. It turned out Qu Weiyin had harbored these feelings for a long time. “Say it again,” she pleaded, grinning from ear to ear. “I won’t,” Qu Weiyin refused. After the temple fair ended, they found an inn to rest, planning to depart the next…
Five days later, the Wuhui Sect had mostly returned to normalcy. The injured disciples gradually regained consciousness, and the ritual ceremonies were hastily concluded. When the elders inquired about the whereabouts of the Soul Lamp, Luo Jinxiao brushed off their questions, claiming it had been lost in the chaos. Losing an artifact during such chaos was understandable, so apart from…
“Do you have anything else on you? Let me see.” Luo Jinxiao said as she tried to peek inside her robes, but Qu Weiyin stopped her by pressing her down onto the chaise lounge, immobilizing her. “Don’t touch me!” she said shyly. Luo Jinxiao didn’t stay there for long. She went down the mountain to help clean the battlefield and…
The sky blazed red, the world seemingly on the verge of collapse. Qu Weiyin stood suspended in mid-air, locked in a grueling battle against an endless tide of demonic forces for a day and a night. The ground was littered with the corpses of demons, occasionally mixed with fallen cultivators clad in white, who were quickly dragged away. “Damn it,…
“What kind of divine artifact is it? Can’t you just send anyone to get it?” Luo Jinxiao grumbled. “It’s a divine artifact, we can’t just send anyone. It’s a lamp left behind by the Celestial Realm. It’s said that the wick holds a divine soul. This year, it’s the Wuhui Sect’s turn to perform the Divine Sacrifice, and we need…