Lightning surged wildly, illuminating a special space as bright as snow.
Within this special space, two figures stood quietly, one man and one woman.
The woman was peerlessly gorgeous, every line of her brows brimming with charm and seduction.
Yet the man beside her remained utterly unmoved by her beauty, his gaze sharp and cold as a blade.
The man wore the distinctive black robes of the Bloodshadow Fiendlands, his entire body almost concealed within them.
Tilting her head and lowering her eyes, the woman could vaguely make out the man's cheeks covered in fine scales beneath his hood, as well as his pale golden vertical pupils.
Suddenly, the man's brows drew together slightly, as though he had sensed something.
The woman easily caught this reaction, and her voice, like a cuckoo's cry, immediately rang out.
"Hall Master, why are you troubled?"
Seemingly not waiting for his answer, the woman continued on her own. "The Myriad Thunder Pool must not suffer any mishap. Do you understand, Hall Master?"
The man finally raised his head, his pale golden eyes seemingly devoid of all emotion.
At this moment, the woman could clearly see his face covered in fine scales, along with a pair of nostrils like those of a snake.
There was no way to describe it—his entire face simply felt ugly to her, hideously ugly, to the point that her gaze could not be bothered to linger on him for another half second.
"Of course I know!"
The man replied indifferently, but then changed the subject. "Elder Xu is enough to guard the Myriad Thunder Pool. I sensed that a disciple of my Elite Hall has died. I need to go investigate."
Elder Xu, named Xu Lihua, had once crushed an entire generation of prodigies in the Eastern Domain and could