The other party seemed to be not yet fifteen years old.
Is this the most outstanding talent that the Li Family has produced over thousands of years, surpassing their ancestors?
At the foot of the mountain, Ren Qianqian sat cross-legged, holding a sword, while the energy storm sweeping over the mountain peak also dispersed some of its fury, which she absorbed.
The aura within her was constantly escalating, her soul form condensing.
In front of her knees, a little white fox lay on a clump of snow, looking listless and out of spirits.
Since it had eaten the flesh and blood of the Demon King, it had been in a continual state of languor, its eyes changing from their original black to a shade of orange-yellow, a deepening color that grew dull and took on a dark crimson sheen.
As the energy storm gathered, it merely lifted its eyelids for a glance, then returned to its position on the snow, but the energy flowing around it was silently absorbed by the fur covering its body.
