Three thousand li away, Xue Linglong stood tall and graceful, her face somewhat pale, like a violet swaying in the wind—mysterious and beautiful. She gently shook her bracelet, sending out invisible sound waves. A full quarter of an hour passed before Xue Linglong finally stopped.
She touched the collar around her neck, her gaze turning cold. Then she looked back and said, "We'll wait here. Once they receive my message, someone will come soon."
Everyone who followed Xue Linglong took their cue from her. They nodded. Though curious how Xue Linglong could contact people within the God-Fallen Battlefield, they didn't dare ask. They stood obediently behind her and waited in silence.
Half a day later, a strange fiery cloud suddenly appeared on the horizon, rolling down and bringing boundless flames with it. A figure stepped out of the fire.
Xue Linglong nodded, her smile alluring. "Shihuo Aoren. You're here."
Flames of every kind shifted across Shihuo Aoren's body. He eyed Xue Linglong warily, then looked at the people behind her. Stopping a hundred paces away, he said flatly, "Xue Linglong. Why did you summon me?"
"Slaying a Saint." Xue Linglong spoke those two words. Seeing Shihuo Aoren show some interest, she giggled and said, "I've found where Lin Huang, that Pseudo-Saint, is hiding. To make sure nothing goes wrong, I've asked you to join me."
Shihuo Aoren snorted. His gaze was sharp as lightning as he spotted the flaw in Xue Linglong's story. "Hahaha! Xue Linglong, with your Divine Blood descendant's arrogant, high-and-mighty nature, I bet Lin Huang got the better of you, so now you need me to help."
Xue Linglong's expression darkened, but she didn't explain. She only pouted, "So, will you help or not?"
"Help? Of course I will. Tell me where Lin Huang is. I'll go