Ji Prefecture, at the border, within a small city by the water, a vast fortified manor had become a field of ruins. Graves rose one after another, while in the dark night, quite a few ghostly will-o'-wisps drifted up, the air thick with eerie specters, frightening all who beheld it.
At this moment, two figures stood side by side, looking over the fortified manor that had already become ruins. Its former strength and bustling vitality could faintly be glimpsed, but now, all of it had become the past.
"Can you make anything out?"
Zhao Rulíng had fully recovered his cultivation by now, even advancing another step. Restoring yang and reverting yin, he had transformed into the body of a peerlessly beautiful woman.
In the darkness beneath the moonlight, a faint white glow surfaced over her jade-white face, beautiful in such a hazy, illusory way. Even with Meng Zhao's eyes, accustomed as they were to beautiful women, he had to admit that this old yin-yang freak, if not the most beautiful woman in the world, was at least a level more beautiful than any of his own women. He truly was a monster—he had cultivated martial arts into divine powers.
Yet faced with such a beauty, Meng Zhao's heart was truly as still as water, without the slightest improper thought.
It could not be helped. He knew this Old Monster's background like the back of his hand. No matter how wild his tastes were, he still only liked women. For this sort of deviant who possessed both yin and yang, whose identity shifted between man and woman, he felt absolutely nothing.
Meng Zhao's eyes transformed into sun and moon. Within his Dragon Pupils, endless currents of qi evolved, finally condensing into a strand of incomparably tyrannical and forceful sharpness.
"It seems