The woman had never imagined that a person could change so drastically.
She vaguely remembered the handsome youth who had appeared in the small courtyard under the lead of Huang Xian, the Black Office constable. Back then, the youth had only just stepped onto the path of cultivation, his aura as faint as a firefly's glow.
Looking at him now, his blood and Qi surged with the grandeur of a boiling mountain fire. His mind was like a divine sword freshly drawn from its sheath, faintly revealing the icy gleam of Sword Qi.
Though she could not discern his exact cultivation, this oppressive pressure showed that the youth's cultivation was already nothing like before.
What made the woman tremble most was the Ancient Demon Phenomenon on the youth's body. His hazy, steaming blood and Qi made her feel as though she beheld an Ancient Fierce Demon Tiger standing atop a mountain peak, roaring at the immortals in the heavens.
The pressure from deep within her bloodline nearly made her unable to keep herself steady.
Before an ancient demon tiger, how could a squirrel spirit woman with only several hundred years of cultivation withstand its pressure? That she had not fallen to her knees was already quite remarkable.
Though demons could take human form, they still retained some beastly instincts. The pressure released by powerful demons naturally suppressed weaker ones. That was why, when a tiger roared through the mountains and forests, a hundred beasts fled in every direction.
An Le looked at the woman's trembling legs and was somewhat stunned. He had not done anything.
Spring rain drifted down, gathering along the edge of the umbrella into a curtain of beads, carrying the hazy poetry unique to rain-soaked alleys.
Meeting an old acquaintance should have been quite a pleasant thing,