Compared to the scene from more than two hundred years ago, Spider Mountain had hardly changed, but the number of people stationed there had fallen drastically. Now, there were barely any cultivators left in the entire Red Kite Cultivation World.
They had all surged toward Tai Lake. Even if they did not join the front lines, they could still pick up plenty of benefits from the territories the Demonic Path had attacked. The casualties caused by frontal assaults were, in truth, not as great as imagined.
This batch of demonic cultivators sweeping through after the war were the true source of calamity. With no bottom line and no morality, they dealt a heavy blow to Tai Lake's population.
They swept through all the way like a sieve, causing casualties beyond counting.
The meeting place he had agreed on with Yan Ling was Spider Mountain.
After Wang Yu arrived, he did not find her right away. He only found the Divine Sense Imprint she had left in Spider Cave. Once he touched it, Yan Ling's true body would naturally know.
He waited like this for a month.
A blue escaping light filled with frost suddenly descended into Spider Mountain. She wore a trailing long dress embroidered with flying birds and flowers, three thousand strands of green silk spilling down loose, and a silver-patterned cicada gauze ornament on her head.
Two pieces of ice-soaked green jade hung at her waist, and a white jade sash embroidered with frost flowers lightly bound her slender, one-handspan waist. Her pert rear swayed left and right with her steps, extremely eye-catching.
Her bright, watery eyes were clear and clean, without the slightest trace of color. Compared to the iceberg-like beauty from before, she now had an added charm unique to a woman.
Her figure seemed to