The crimson wooden armor seemed as if it had been soaked in a blood pool, emanating a potent aura of violence and wickedness. The intricate patterns carved on its surface sketched out bizarre designs, resembling flowers from the other shore.
The Demon Venerable stretched out slender and fair fingers, lightly touching the crimson wooden armor.
Suddenly, the armor rippled with peculiar waves, and the patterns, as if alive, writhed and spread. Gradually, they peeled off from the armor's surface, forming a pale red flower from the other shore.
The flower from the other shore floated in the air, its color enchantingly vibrant and vivid.
"Old friend, you've been waiting for me for a long time, haven't you?"
As the Demon Venerable cradled the flower from the other shore in her palm, her beautiful eyes sparkled repeatedly, "You shouldn't have seen me this early, what a pity. Someone let me down, so I had no choice but to arrange things ahead of time."
