After a long while.
Moonlight spilled down.
Gong Yajun had already drifted away.
But her demeanor appeared somewhat bewildered.
Utterly different from the full confidence she had upon arrival.
The cicadas were singing in waves, and with the summer breeze blowing in waves, Gong Yajun quickly arrived at the cave at the foot of the Blood Rain Sect's mountain.
The protector Wang had been waiting there for some time.
In her view, the Hierarch's visit would either be a success or a failure.
She would either control the Demon Lord or never return.
After all, that Demon Lord was just too cruel and ruthless.
While the Hierarch was very strong, she probably was no match for him.
Right at that moment, a sound of breaking through the air rang out, and a familiar figure with fluttering clothes appeared before her.
Graceful and enchanting, the sight was filled with infinite charm.
Her eyes lit up, just about to step forward to congratulate the Hierarch.
