A withered tree stood beside a lonely grave, and a mighty wind swept across the land.
An exquisitely crafted Flower Sedan floated in midair. Inside, the Crimson Powder Bride, her face veiled by a bridal veil, suddenly sensed something. She immediately turned her head and looked in one direction.
In midair, the figure of Prisoner slowly appeared. He immediately said, "The procession bringing the sacrifices has been stopped."
"Pei Ling's subordinates have found us."
The Crimson Powder Bride furrowed her brows. They had come so quickly!
It had only been three days, yet Pei Ling's subordinates had already come knocking!
Although she had spent the past few days focusing all her efforts on restoring her cultivation, neglecting the expansion of her territory, the time was simply too short. Right now, her and Prisoner's cultivation levels were still only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. They would need at least a few more days to recover to Spirit Transformation.
At that thought, the Crimson Powder Bride said coldly, "Use everything you've got!"
"Bring out every trump card!"
Prisoner gave a slight nod. "Understood."
As he spoke, he raised a hand and pulled a straw-woven cage out of thin air.
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They emerged from the woods into an expansive grassland stretching as far as the eye could see.
A stream wound its way from the distance, flowing with a gentle burble.
The scenery was picturesque, yet all was silent. Not a sound could be heard; even the wind in the grass seemed to carry a deeper chill.
As the tall grass swayed, it revealed patches of dark-red earth.
It looked as if blood had soaked the ground, leaving it cold and sinister.
Li Lieyue and Yan Minghua calmly stepped onto the grassland.
The instant their feet touched the ground, "click,