Three days later, Soul-locking Mountain.
On the mist-covered cliff, a man and a woman stood silently, saying nothing.
Wang Longxiang gazed at the peaks shrouded in cold fog, a trace of sorrow rising in his heart.
She knew that Lu Ran was about to leave.
He was the Master of Ran Sect, with ambitions to conquer the entire Holy Spirit Continent, and even pierce through the Cloud Sea that ruled over all beings and sweep away the dust within it.
How could he linger within this small Soul-locking Mountain?
"Phew~"
A chilly wind blew by, bringing with it the damp, cold mist.
Wang Longxiang raised her hand and tucked a strand of disheveled long hair behind her ear.
The noble disciple of Nu Ying, she ought not to crave a moment of peace.
The Nu Ying sect, born to honor!
To battle on the battlefield all her life, wrapped in a horsehide shroud, that's the fate of a Nu Ying disciple.
It's just...
