"Stand firm, firmer."
"...Don't get distracted!"
A stern reprimand echoed in the back mountain, and the young girl took a deep breath, holding a horse stance with her fists extended, maintaining the position.
Today, the clouds were dense.
Yet above Golden Turtle Peak, it seemed as though a blazing sun hung, with divine halos showering down on the ground.
Jiang Huang's forehead was covered in sweat.
She lifted her head, looking at the high place on the mountain where Xie Xuanyi had previously stood, which was now again obscured by clouds and fog, all a blur.
Since Zhao Chunyang had come, this "locked demon" area had been "unsealed."
A hundred yards around, there stood numerous densely packed secret runic pillars.
