"The old grounds of the Ancient Cloud Immortal Sect... The legends of the Land of Fallen Immortals are true! You are the successors of the Ancient Cloud Immortal Sect!"
The Tiger-shaped Great Demon trembled with excitement, its eyes gleaming. It stared intently at Xiao Min'Er and couldn't help but gulp.
Xiao Min'Er, trapped in place by the Desolate Qi, asked with a terrified expression, "What... what are you going to do?"
The Tiger-shaped Great Demon grinned, its ugly, beastly face a mixture of greedy desire and caution. It set down the red flower and beckoned with its tiger claws.
"Alien Race, come... come over here... I have something good for you."
The blood-red Spirit Flower flared with a brilliant light.
Xiao Min'Er's eyes suddenly went vacant. Like a puppet on strings, she dazedly walked toward the Tiger-shaped Great Demon.
...
「Meanwhile, at Sunken Demon Ridge.」
Qin Xuan sat cross-legged beside the Cyan Wood Spirit Seedling, his brow slightly furrowed.
