In the dark night, Qin Ruan's Nether Divine Power coalesced throughout her body, enveloping her in a golden light that made her resemble a compassionate god, dignified and sacred, inviolable.
The chilly breath of yin that rushed at her face, could not touch her in the slightest. Only the Evil Qi, which had been tempered by Nether Power and could prolong life, was swiftly absorbed by her.
In the still air, an annoyed and disgruntled low howl sounded, barely audible yet clearly ringing in the ears.
Qin Ruan's lips twitched slightly, and a cool, light sneer emerged from her mouth.
She stepped into the forbidden ground of Shengshi Academy.
Jin Ling's soul was here, the scent growing ever stronger.
Qin Ruan scrunched her nose, sniffing the faint, fishy smell in the air, her complexion turning unsightly.
This scent carried emotions and desires.
Qin Ruan, with her worldly experiences, knew it all too well.
