In the valley, Qiu Yuan Dai's thoughts were a myriad.
Her curvaceous figure was shrouded in a purple mist, hazy and ethereal, accentuating her grace, and particularly the orchid-like delicate fragrance that was absolutely refreshing to one's heart.
It was a sensation that unwittingly immersed people, leaving them unable to extricate themselves.
She stood before the jade flight platform, her lips slightly upturned, her face carrying a faint smile while ripples, albeit few, stirred in her heart.
It seemed she was already anticipating her encounter with the Demon Lord of the Bloody Rain.
Having spent hundreds of years in the forbidden land was truly too boring for her, and she had long wished to find something interesting, someone interesting.
However...
Before that, it was still necessary to summon Wen Chanyi and inquire about some details.
