In the mountain forest, the scenery was lovely, and fallen leaves fluttered about.
Even Qiu Yuan Dai did not know why such envy arose deep within her heart, why she inexplicably burst into anger.
But for some reason, when those images entered her mind, she found herself deeply loathing the sight of Wen Chanyi and that tall and majestic figure together.
Her disdain was so intense it was almost impossible to conceal, turning her breath colder and her murderous intent surging.
It was at this moment that the Ming River behind her began to boil, and the Evil Gods kneeling on both sides of the river simultaneously shuddered, their eyes filled with deep fear, as if terrified of something.
It wasn't long before a towering figure appeared within the waters of the Ming River.
The figure was immense, with the sky behind him pitch-black, rolling dark clouds overhead, and a sea of blood stretching to the horizon. His aura was domineering and icy cold.
