A grim and terrifying interlayer space, of unknown original purpose or reason for existence, suddenly saw a figure in red garments walking toward the distant pavilion where the sunset glow could be seen.
This was clearly not a normal world,
yet that everlasting rosy sunset glow, like a painted backdrop, still spread leisurely on, leaving no way to trace the ultimate origin of the light.
Nangong Lan cast a cool glance at the rosy, shimmering light pouring over the waterside pavilion, then withdrew her gaze and walked step by step along the suspended trestle bridge to its very end.
Inside the pavilion, three figures were already seated on either side of a pitch-black long table.
Clearly not participating in such a gathering for the first time, Nangong Lan took a seat unceremoniously on the left side, stretched lazily, and then closed her eyes to rest and collect her thoughts.
"Well now, True Lord Cangming, where is that little fellow from our Hall of Immortality?"
Suddenly, a bald man beside Nangong Lan glanced toward her side and asked with a frown.
Without even opening her eyes, Nangong Lan said expressionlessly, "Accidentally beaten to death!"
"Beaten to death? Who could beat him to death, could it be that suddenly popped-up Martial Saint?"
The bald man from the Hall of Immortality looked like a ferocious beast and raged, "Your mission failed, so how are you still alive? Just how did you handle this!"
There were only a handful of officially registered core members in the Hall of Immortality, and Wu Baiqing was considered a promising sprout, yet he had just died like this!
Nangong Lan opened her cold eyes and looked over.
The Power of Heaven and Earth in this area began to churn, with visible ripples spreading out.
Wherever the ripples passed,