A gust after gust of cold wind swept by, bringing along the earthy fragrance of soil and fresh grass from the barren land.
Although the surroundings were pleasant, Princess Yilan, Qianhe, and Cheng'er had no mood to appreciate them.
Because from afar, they saw a misty luminous sphere enveloping two women and a man. Among them, a woman clad in black was looking over with icy cold eyes, not bothering to hide the intense murderous intent within.
As for the man in white, he seemed to be completely captivated by the purple-clothed woman, with no attention to spare for anyone else.
"Master, we have arrived. The woman in black should be Lady Lilith. That white-clad youngster is Hou Tianjian of the True Illusion Spirit, and the extraordinary purple-clothed woman is the Netherworld Goddess," Yilan whispered in transmission.
Zhou Yan nodded lightly and, following Yilan, approached this desolate land.
