As Han Li returned to Yun City, swaggering through the city gate.
Far away, in a damp and cold swamp within the Devil Gold Mountain Range, an ugly large man in a black robe with dark skin was sitting cross-legged on an exceptionally green stone, meditating with closed eyes.
With each breath of the large man, the nearby faint black demonic qi spiraled and danced around him as if it had a mind of its own.
The ugly large man was evidently cultivating some mysterious technique and appeared deeply engrossed.
After an unknown period, the large man took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and absorbed all the nearby demonic qi into his abdomen, then opened his eyes with a satisfied expression.
However, after casually glancing around, his facial expression instantly froze in the next moment.
Because not far from him, a black-haired woman in a snow-white long skirt with bare feet was smilingly looking over.
