"Be careful, if the situation turns awry, run immediately. Remember, do not return to Jilei Mountain immediately," the red-skirted woman cautioned.
"Sister Li..." Before Xiao Yu could ask why they couldn't go home, the red-skirted woman was already moving, a slender longsword materializing in each of her hands as she charged at the middle-aged man shrouded in purple-black.
Before she even got close, a faint stench of decay wafted from the middle-aged man. The red-skirted woman got a whiff of it, feeling a wave of dizziness. Without delay, she held her breath and retreated.
Seeing her reaction, the middle-aged man was elated. He immediately advanced, dancing his hands around. His sleeves billowed, and a great volume of purple-black poison gas rolled out, transforming into two poisonous Ruans, entwining and lunging at the red-skirted woman.
