They traveled until noon, but the endless expanse of yellow sand stretched before them without change. Lan Wu sat on a cloud-like mass of demonic energy, propping her chin on her hand. She blinked and let out a weary sigh. After staring at the same unchanging scenery for hours, she would have been thrilled if a demon suddenly appeared. Qi…
“I have something to tell you.” They spoke at the same time. Lan Wu paused, then nodded. “You go first.” Ji Lingyue seemed unsure how to begin. After a moment, she slowly spoke. “The stone tablet from the Penglai Island underground palace… it’s fake.” Lan Wu was momentarily confused. “Fake?” “Yes. The one we took is a recent fabrication, made…
As the rain subsided, a knock echoed on a door in the southeastern part of the city. Soon, footsteps approached, and the door creaked open to reveal a delicate face. The person paused, frowning. “Aren’t you… Lan Wu?” Lan Wu studied her for a moment. “And you are? Isn’t this Miss Chu Jiao’s residence?” The other woman smiled awkwardly. “Yes,…
The autumn rain fell relentlessly as Ji Lingyue, lifting the hem of her robe, ascended the damp stone steps, her gaze settling on two figures seated in a pavilion not far off. “Yuan Zhen.” The man didn’t respond, but the short attendant beside him turned his head, glanced at Ji Lingyue, and whispered something into Yuan Zhen’s ear. After a…
Sexual content warning. When they returned to their residence, the sky was already turning light. Ji Lingyue walked ahead, holding Lan Wu’s hand. “Should we go and test Chu Jiao?” “It’s best to leave that to the sect leaders,” Lan Wu said, recalling the expressions of the sect leaders earlier. She sighed, “As expected, even knowing about the hatred between…