Twenty zhang from Blood Sin Peak's Spiritual Spring.
Xiao Mo stood behind a tree, his posture as straight and tall as the phoenix tree beside him.
He raised his head, gazing at the vast azure sky through the gaps in the leaves.
Because of the great battle, not a single cloud marred the sky above the Wandao Sect.
The TRICKLING of the spring water drifted over from behind him, accompanied by the chirping of insects in the forest, making the surroundings feel all the more serene.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the sound of crushed leaves came from behind Xiao Mo.
He turned around to see Blood Demon standing before him.
Having bathed in the Spiritual Spring, she had changed into a clean red dress. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, still slightly damp from the water.
Though her face was still pale, she exuded an unrestrained and bewitching aura.
It seemed this woman was always so proud, no matter the circumstances.
