Raindrops flowed down along the eaves, forming intermittent curtains of water. When the cold wind blew, they flew into the roof like flying Flowers and broken Jade.
Xiang Zhou was located in the southwest, so it was cold and dry in winter. When it rained, it was cold and damp, and the chill seeped into the bones.
Everyone sat around the bonfire. The firewood was sufficient, and the flames dispelled the coldness of the rainy night.
"The demon-slaying meet organized by the aunt of the chai family?"
Li lingsu's expression turned strange. "Who will be slaughtered in the demon-slaying meet? Did something happen in the chai family?"
Xu Qi 'an fiddled with the bonfire and suddenly understood why the sky sect wanted to capture the Holy Sons and holy virgins.
Li Miaozhen's chivalry might not be wrong in the eyes of the heavenly sect. Her real fault was in her inflated sense of justice, and in being trapped by 'love'.
