Jiuyi Mountain.
Ying Province.
Above a towering, majestic city, the chaotic clouds, rain, ice, and frost slowly dissipated.
A streak of blood, wrapped in a cold, ferocious aura, swiftly vanished into the distance.
In the lofty firmament, invisible to mortals, clouds veiled an Embroidered Pavilion adorned with carved beams and painted rafters.
The pavilion was exquisite on the outside, but its interior furnishings were exceedingly simple.
Wenren Lingshe sat behind a long desk. Her jet-black hair had been cut short, ending at her chin and falling loose beside her ears.
The battle had only just ended, and she still wore close-fitting armor as fine as scales, its contours accentuating her graceful, curving figure.
A sharp, imposing halberd, its bloodstains still wet, was gripped firmly in her pale hand and held upright at her side. It stood twice the height of a person, far heavier and larger than an ordinary halberd, wreathed in killing intent and brimming with savagery.
Even Wenren Lingshe, usually full-figured and mature, looked petite and delicate beside the halberd.
Her features were exquisitely painted, her bearing heroic, and her presence immensely powerful, deep as an abyss and towering as a mountain.
At that moment, a Sound Transmission Talisman radiating a faint glow hovered before Wenren Lingshe. A deep, solemn voice came from within: "...There's something strange about this matter. I ask that you return to Du'e Abyss in person, Director, and take charge of the situation."
Wenren Lingshe gave a slight nod and replied evenly, "Very well. I'll return to Du'e Abyss within five days at most."
The voice in the talisman immediately sounded relieved. "Understood."
The next moment, the talisman's faint light went out, and Wenren Lingshe put it away.
She then flicked a finger. A water mirror appeared in the empty space before her.
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