Inside the valley.
The hazy moonlight shimmering around Ying Yue revealed her pale face, rife with frustration and irritability.
Although she had never seen the person in the flesh, merely entangled in a clash of divine senses, she believed that he was the thief from the underground; she was convinced of it!
She didn't trust that his sudden appearance was for any good reason, or that he would've let that extraordinary young man from the Demon Sect go without a motive.
Deep down, she was well aware that in the eyes of the Purgatory Human Tribe, anyone who dared to communicate with Alien God Spirits was committing a heinous sin, an unforgivable crime!
How could someone who was not familiar with her and had never had any contact with her, plea on her behalf?
