The Succubus slowly descended from the air, sheathed her spiritual sword, and stood by the lake.
Her robes fluttered lightly in the wind, her black hair cascading to her waist. Against the autumn waters of the lake, she possessed an indescribable air.
The sword energy that had swept across a thousand zhang gradually dissipated upon reaching the lakeshore, as though a long white rainbow had streaked across the sky, or a silver dragon had slipped into the water without leaving a trace.
The spiritual sword, already swift to the extreme, had inexplicably lost both its speed and sharpness upon arriving above the vast lake.
The white rainbow carrying wind and thunder descended from the heavens, transforming into a graceful beauty.
Meanwhile, the spiritual sword in the Succubus's hand continued to hum, as if still unsatisfied—or as if provoking the pursuers in the distance.
When Ye Honglian followed the trail and arrived, facing her across the lake, she brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead and only then noticed that her sleeves had been shredded, revealing her pale, lotus-white arms.
The autumn wind swept past, its chill making her feel even more embarrassed and annoyed.
The Succubus held her spiritual sword in her right hand behind her back, her posture relaxed, as if she were not facing an enemy but admiring the scenery.
At some point, her left hand had plucked a white chrysanthemum. Dew still clung to its petals, glistening crystal-clear beneath the sunlight.
Facing each other across the lake, she smiled faintly. "The favored daughter of Sunset City is nothing special."
Her voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly across the lake and reached Ye Honglian's ears.
Ye Honglian's phoenix brows rose, her eyes widening in fury. "You rely on demonic arts. Are you very proud