Sssss...
The thousand-hand centipede danced its pale corpse hands, its inherently cruel nature of poisonous insects leaving it not the slightest bit fearful of the approaching war, only excitement and a fierce desire for slaughter.
"I'm very much looking forward to it," she said.
Han Ruyan floated into the air, her bare hand trembled, opening a hole to the ground. Sunlight shone upon her body, like upon a layer of opaque, dense darkness, emitting only a cold and solemn chill.
...
"Still no news of Su Jie?" he asked.
At the encampment of Ghost Ridge Palace, Zhang Junwei stood atop a mountaintop, the piercing cold wind blowing by. With hands clasped behind his back, he gazed into the distance, exuding a gloomy demeanor as he slowly spoke.
Behind him stood the Elder of Ghost Ridge Palace with the deepest tenure, Tang Peiqing.
As well as Su Jie's master, Taoist Qiu.
