"Evil witch, Yue Ran! Surrender quickly, and I will spare your life!" The voice of an elderly man boomed like thunder in the sky overhead.
Yue Ran slowly opened her eyes, and the strong, icy wind slashed across her cheek like a blade, sweeping onto her long red dress. Her long black hair swayed and scattered in the howling gale, and what was clutched tightly in her hand was a dull-looking silver sword.
"Yue Ran, you and I are from the same sect, but you actually chose to defect and join the Demon Cult!" A young man shouted at her in an irritating, self-righteous tone. "You also tried to hurt your junior sister, attempted to destroy her appearance, and even wanted to damage her cultivation! You are still stubborn to this day! Why do you not surrender quickly?!"
