A delicate-faced female cultivator with a hint of ash-gray on her features hid in the shadows of a narrow alley.
It was Han Ming.
Suddenly, the roar of demon beasts came from afar.
Han Ming looked up and saw a group of Red Rock Demon Leaders flying above the Fire Persimmon Immortal City.
Immediately, the City Guard Army took notice of this situation.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A series of spells shot into the sky and exploded like colorful fireworks.
Large numbers of Red Rock Demon Leaders fell from the sky.
A minor crisis was smoothly resolved.
Han Ming withdrew her gaze, stared straight ahead, and looked across the street at the City Lord's Mansion.
"I have already been sucked into this huge vortex of conflict," Han Ming sighed deeply, her face filled with bitterness.
Had she known it would come to this, she would have chosen to flee far away and leave Fire Persimmon Immortal City for good.
It was only her unwillingness to accept defeat and resignation that kept her.
