Rustle!
Outside Mount Xianglu, the rain continued to fall incessantly.
Dense and incessant, the rain, like a mist, lightly enveloped everything, obscuring the sight of all and further adding an enchanting, amorous atmosphere.
And in this thick veil of rain, the White Jade Flyer had already halted in the air, humming with vibrations, radiating bursts of presence.
The light was serene.
It appeared so tranquil, without the slightest ripple, but it was enough to send shivers down everyone's spine, recalling the recent scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
They also remembered the woman whose body was like flames, stepping into the White Jade Flyer.
A quarter of an hour had passed since the woman had entered the Flying Craft.
During that time, everyone waited anxiously.
