A thought stirred, and Su Shi'er swiftly looked above Shen Luoyan and her companions.
The drifting-cloud vision formed by the churning water mist had vanished.
A hundred li away, vast black clouds rolled in, gathering at an astonishing speed.
Lightning flickered faintly within them, bearing a terrifying pressure from heaven and earth.
With a single glance, Su Shi'er knew what it meant.
This... is a sign that the Heavenly Tribulation is coming? Of everyone here, Senior Sister Luoyan, at the Half-step Nascent Soul realm, is the only one likely to summon it.
So Senior Sister Luoyan is all right, and she means to use the Heavenly Tribulation to fend off her enemy? But when it falls, it won't distinguish friend from foe. Everyone here may be caught in it.
No... that's not right. The Heavenly Tribulation is gathering too slowly. Someone is clearly suppressing it on purpose.
And the blood mist from Senior Sister Luoyan's body bursting apart doesn't seem right either.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Su Shi'er stopped watching the changing skies and turned his puzzled gaze back to Shen Luoyan and her companions.
In his view, the thick blood mist was slowly dispersing.
As it cleared, a tall, graceful figure emerged.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, with skin as fair as jade, delicate features, and rosy lips. Her bright eyes seemed to hold boundless wisdom and strength.
Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, glinting faintly gold beneath the slanting sun.
She wore a pale-blue Daoist robe, her hair arranged in a flying-cloud bun and bound with a silver ribbon. An air of freshness and elegance surrounded her, tempered by quiet composure.
With looks like hers, it would be no exaggeration to say fish would sink and geese would fall, the moon would hide and flowers