The faint words, so piercingly cold, drifted above Jade Lake.
The red-clothed woman had a detached expression, her brows and eyes seeming to burn with a clump of flames as she murmured softly, the image of a tall and sturdy figure emerging in her mind.
The murderous intent in her eyes thickened, desolate and icy, nearly capable of sweeping away everything in its path.
Above the gallery, a group of richly dressed youths trembled in fear, treading on thin ice, their faces filled with terror, as fearful as one could possibly be, anxiously looking towards the stunning woman in front of them.
Their bodies shook continuously, cold all over, as if the shadow of death loomed over them.
"Is this all you know? What else is there about the Blood Rain Demon Venerable?"
Her cool voice echoed in the mist, sending shivers through everyone as they exchanged looks. Some bolder ones glanced at the woman, silently speculating on her identity.
What did this mean?
