Jiang Country, Myriad Beasts Mountain Range.
A dazzling golden light dove down from the Ninth Heavenly Gang Wind Layer, speeding like lightning, stirring violent winds.
On the golden light, stood two figures, seemingly a man and a woman.
Both of their bodies were shrouded in a layer of hazy starlight, making it difficult to discern their features; only their tall and stately figures could be seen.
"Lu Daoist, let us part ways here..."
Chu Qingyi lightly pressed her red lips together, speaking softly.
Her figure was tall and graceful, features exquisite and well-defined, extremely beautiful, with a blend of feminine gentleness and a touch of cold elegance.
But now, the cold aloofness between her brows had vanished, replaced by a hint of soft gracefulness.
"Alright."
Lu Changsheng did not insist on persuading her to stay.
Earlier, he had caused quite a stir at the Yiming Ghost Sect.
