Valley.
Fang Fuyao led a group of Danxia Cave disciples, hiding in the darkness as they cautiously flew low toward the west.
Just as they were about to pass through the gorge, the earth suddenly trembled. A blood-colored barrier rose from the ground, blotting out the entire sky.
"Hahahahaha!"
The Demonic Path Blood Venerable descended from the heavens. "Fang Fuyao, did you think your little trickery could escape my eyes?!"
Though this Bee Collector was not a physician, he had conducted deep research into all manner of poison sources. Having dealt year-round in the mountains with poisonous creatures such as snakes, scorpions, and flying insects, he was intimately familiar with their habits. As the saying went, every trade had its master; in the path of poisons, the Old Bee Collector stood far above Doctor An.
Although Qi Jingting's ancestral home was Dingyuan, Southern Metropolitan Region, he had spent too long in Shandong. He had few relatives in Dingyuan, but quite a number of old friends in Shandong.
All romance was swept away by rain and wind. Just as the Heavenly Emperor had said, though he died nine times, he still did not regret it; his soul scattered and spirit shattered in a battle most magnificent.
There was another reason: Wenzhou had suffered through several bouts of war, and on one occasion the Japanese Pirates had even pressed their army to the outskirts of Wenzhou City.
All these soldiers had white cloth wrapped around their heads, and most carried curved blades. If not for their builds being unlike those of Arabs, it would have seemed as though an Arab army had been copied here.
Through tear-blurred eyes, I saw Gui Qianzhuo walk over from behind. She wore a green dress covered in red flowers, glaringly eye-catching. With a flick of her