At midnight, the moon shone like silver.
Atop Kunxu Mountain, within a pavilion, various colored garments and silk stockings lay scattered about.
Among them, a pair of purple silk stockings was particularly eye-catching.
Clearly, this was the aftermath of another intense battle that had nearly obliterated the grand Dao.
Yi Chen looked at Ruan'er, who had fallen into a deep sleep, and after carefully tucking her in, he tiptoed out of the room to a vast secret chamber.
The chamber housed all sorts of ominous artifacts that the Hidden Dragon Alliance had collected from the northern territories. Golden ritual paths surrounded and divided the vast chamber into separate areas, suppressing the violent outbursts of these malevolent objects.
