Xiang Muqing paused upon hearing this, warily regarded the demon cultivator, and calmly asked: "Master, we have ill-intentioned visitors. Do you want me at your side for dispatch?"
The demon cultivator turned his head, the swirling black mist suddenly stilled.
With a soft laugh, Han Miaojun waved Xiang Muqing away. In this high-stakes situation, her grasp was uncertain. Keeping her around would be futile.
Perplexed, Xiang Muqing left, following her master's instructions. It seemed that the mysterious demon cultivator was an acquaintance.
White mist hung like meandering tendrils, water mist rising from the cascades. Han Miaojun's beautiful eyes twinkled with amusement as she tread upon the water towards Lu Bei.
She raised her hand to disperse the black mist and bestow a passionate kiss onto Xiaobai's cheek.
The two found themselves encased in a shower of spray, Master Han's clothes became soaked, clinging to her contours.
