The wind and rain were sibilant, with those gentle words dancing endlessly in the wind.
Outside Mount Xianglu, all was serene, without a crow or sparrow to be heard.
Yet the atmosphere had become incredibly heavy, no longer as relaxed as before, with the faces of many cultivators darkened, their gazes piercing through the harsh wind and rain, looking ahead.
Watching Situ Danyue walk leisurely towards the White Jade Flyer through the wind and rain, their eyes revealed deep complexity and wariness, even ceasing to ponder why the Blood Rain Demon Venerable would possess such a terrifying flying craft as the White Jade Flyer.
In the depths of their hearts was only profound sourness and envy.
This red-dressed woman was sickly and arrogant; since her appearance, she had been overbearing to an extreme, much to everyone's displeasure, yet it had to be admitted that her strength was indeed extraordinary.
