The wind was calm, and the scent of orchids filled the air.
This was a beautiful valley where birds sang and flowers bloomed, where spring was eternal, and the sound of sprightly springs echoed.
Clad in a white palace dress, the exquisitely beautiful dragon girl Han Kui gazed up, bewildered, at Hong Yuan, who was slowly awakening amidst the flowers.
"Jiuming, what's wrong?"
Han Kui's voice was soft and mellow, clear as water from a mountain stream, exceedingly pleasant to hear.
"Nothing much." Hong Yuan waved his hand dismissively and walked alone to sit down on a stone chair in the pavilion.
With eyes slightly closed, he felt the power of this body.
The cultivation was that of a Demon Saint that had passed three tribulations and was only one step away from the eighth rank.
His Tao Marks were nearly all Great Moon Tao Marks, close to four hundred thousand in number—an extraordinary and stunning amount.
