"...."
Zhou Pudgy stood still, watching the graceful figure of the beautiful woman walk away into the distance. He snorted lightly, his voice tinged with disdain as he muttered under his breath:
"Really seeking death, just for a Heavenly Pavilion Mandate? Are they playing with their lives? If the human race's survival was truly threatened, there would always be tall figures watching over—members of the Imperial Family, Sect Alliance, Pavilion Masters—those old monsters aren't just eating for free."
Having said this,
Zhou Pudgy shook his head slightly, leaped into the air, and his plump body sped off in the opposite direction from that of the middle-aged beauty....
.....
Her gaze settled on the strange mist drifting lightly with the air currents around her, the middle-aged beauty's eyes grew more solemn.
After walking fifty zhang, the mist had already compressed her sensory range to a mere twenty zhang.