The night was hazy, the clouds thick and heavy.
The stars filling the sky were obscured, and even moonlight struggled to pierce this curtain, casting the skies above the capital in a dim, murky gloom.
In a quiet corner of the late night, the river flowed silently, winding along without light or glittering ripples, like a tranquil black ribbon. Whenever a breeze swept past, it raised a faint babbling sound, swaying together with the willow branches along both banks.
A wooden bridge spanned the river, linking the dark and gloomy shores. Ancient and weathered, its age unknown, the exquisite patterns carved into its railings had long since faded.
Now and then, night birds flew past in silence, carrying a hint of the stillness of a world in its twilight years.
The Unborn Realm had truly grown old.
Beneath the night sky, a red-clad figure flashed into view. She reached the center of the wooden bridge and abruptly stopped.
Blood-Drinking Madam opened her crimson eyes and looked ahead. Seeing a white-clad young girl blocking her path, her heart skipped a beat. Her hands remained hidden in her sleeves as she stood silently without a word.
The girl had bright eyes, white teeth, and an innocent, radiant smile. Her features were exceptional; having only just blossomed into graceful womanhood, she was like a wisp of moonlight—pure white and flawless.
Yet in Blood-Drinking Madam's eyes, the girl was terrifying beyond measure. An obscure, unfathomable force of heaven and earth swirled around her. She was clearly a profoundly inscrutable Innate Realm expert.
She silently took a step back, only for a chill to suddenly run through her heart. Turning sideways, she saw that a figure had appeared behind her at some unknown point.
The young man wore black, and his smile was brilliant. If