Deep in the forest.
Several people were running.
The trees around them loomed in the darkness. Countless branches and thorns hid among the shadows, and in the faint moonlight, it seemed as though countless monsters surrounded them, waiting for the moment to devour the entire group.
...Perhaps that wasn't an illusion.
Yan Feidie regretted it now. Bitterly.
She couldn't blame the present. Things had already come to this, and blame would change nothing. She could only blame her past self—
Why couldn't I have enjoyed my perfectly good life? Why did I have to get mixed up in that business at Cold Mountain Temple?
Even after getting involved, I could've run as soon as things looked bad. Why did I insist on taking a chance?
Sure, I gained a little something, but I also ran straight into this walking disaster—
If I hadn't met Zhou You, I wouldn't have spent all these years plagued by bad luck and targeted wherever I went. If that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have thought of moving to Anyun City for a fresh start. And if I hadn't come to Anyun City, Lin Yunshao wouldn't have caught me, threatened and tempted me, then forced me to impersonate that walking disaster...
And now the Six Desires Demon Lord has emerged, and none of us can even escape!
Yan Feidie gripped her Ring Blade, but her whole body trembled. She wasn't particularly strong. She had got by among demonic cultivators on her beauty and lies, and whenever she met a formidable expert, her first thought was to run. Now she had to face something like a god or Buddha... perhaps something beyond even gods and Buddhas...
I. Should. Never. Have. Gone. To. That. Damn. Cold. Mountain. Temple!!!
She turned her head and glanced over.
Compared with her,