The moon hung in the sky, the trees donned a golden coat.
A thousand miles from Divine Soldiers Valley, in front of a cliff.
Liang Hui leaned against the trunk of a tree with eyes closed, waiting.
Creak! Creak!
From a nearby thicket, suddenly came the sound of dry branches being snapped.
Liang Hui's eyes opened, gazing forward.
A woman clothed in a green robe approached, with a long-hammer over her back.
Her ink-black hair was tied into a ponytail that swayed side to side with each step she took.
At this moment, a smile unconsciously formed on the youth's lips, and his indifferent expression softened.
"Tai Yi, to come to Divine Soldiers Valley in your true form is too risky," her cold voice reached him before she did.
"It's fine, having traveled all this way, by now, I fear nothing in this world."
Liang Hui placed his palm on the trunk of the tree to push himself up, walking towards the cleared patch of grass to the side.
