"Sister Wushuang, is everything taken care of?" As soon as Lu Wushuang returned, the seven people, still utterly confused, immediately went up to her. "What was the matter with the Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable?"
"I changed my mind a little. I intend to support the Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable. As for the Cloud-Pattern Centipede clan, its leader was killed, some of the rest were defeated, and the remainder being absorbed by the Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable isn't a problem. Let's set this matter aside for now and head back first."
Lu Wushuang waved her hand and took the lead, leaving amid the astonished gazes of Huangfu Bing and the others.
"Sister Wushuang's behavior today is truly strange. I wonder what kind of bewitching potion that Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable gave her," Xu Ying muttered.
"Why bother worrying about so much? Sister Wushuang looks to be in a good mood. As long as she's happy, that's all that matters. Whether this area is ruled by the Cloud-Pattern Centipedes or controlled by the Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable makes little difference to us. Let's go, too." Huangfu Bing shook her head. Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, she could tell from Lu Wushuang's expression alone that she had clearly encountered something immensely pleasing. That was enough.
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The Ghost Realm's Mount Shaoyin was shrouded in ceaseless overcast rain. The drizzle was fine as silk, and it had fallen over Mount Shaoyin for several thousand years without ever stopping. Across the blue-black hills grew ghost mulberry trees with twisted trunks and leaves like warped human faces, shrieking or letting out hoarse sobs. Soul-Eating Grass stretched as far as the eye could see.
A figure came sweeping through the distance. He wore deep-purple battle armor, faint arcs of lightning flashing across its surface