Lan Wu clenched her fists, her eyes red as she stared at the black-clad figures outside the barrier. “Bastards…” She staggered to her feet, walking towards them. “You damn bastard!” Suddenly, a loud crash made Lan Wu flinch. She looked around and saw that a hole had been torn in the barrier. The jade-masked figures scrambled to escape. Lan Wu…
Lan Wu, just emerging from the passage and climbed onto the ground when a dark figure suddenly crashed down at her feet. Startled, she looked down and saw a man with a mask covering his face. She reached out and yanked it off. A face as withered as tree bark stared back at her. Though not her first time witnessing…
Although they didn’t know whether the forbidden area truly existed or what secrets it held, with no other leads, the group hurried towards the northernmost City Lord’s Manor. The once magnificent Qing Manor was now mostly in ruins. Lan Wu carefully navigated through the scattered bricks, brushing her hand against a piece of charred glazed tile, only to have her…
Under the cool moonlight, Lan Wu glanced at the desert below, her thick eyelashes casting faint shadows. She whispered, “Won’t the demons notice us flying like this?” “If we’re unlucky, they might,” Danbai said. “But the desert is vast. The demons have their own camps and don’t wander around aimlessly. As long as we avoid them and don’t make too…
In the dead of night, a figure jumped off a wall, silently making its way through the alleys. The small town was even quieter at night. The occasional sound of footsteps would quickly fade away. Lan Wu avoided the beams of light from the watchtowers, moving with extreme caution. As she did, a swarm of black butterflies flew past her…