Shen Xinlan

Ning Fa's vision flashed, and he found himself already suspended above the sea. All around him was utter darkness; there was no trace of the little island from before.

This was clearly a special restriction of Pinghai Pavilion, randomly teleporting everyone away to avoid unnecessary disputes. It had to be said, it was exceedingly ingenious.

At that moment, Ning Fa let out a cold laugh.

A layer of purple flames suddenly burst from the robe at his lower back. Immediately afterward, a thin black thread barely a foot long flew out as if startled, trying to flee.

But the purple flame surged after it and burned it to nothing.

Silver lightning arcs then flickered across Ning Fa's body. With a crack of thunder, he vanished from where he stood.

More than a hundred breaths later, a black figure appeared at that spot like a ghost.

She was a black-robed woman capable of toppling kingdoms with a glance—the Wushi Demonic Palace's Ji Lianxing.

She looked around, her dark brows drawing together slightly. Then her red lips curled into a smile. "Interesting."

Mysterious black runes flickered within her beautiful eyes.

Her hands formed seals without pause. She was clearly about to cast some formidable spell to continue the pursuit.

Just then, an ethereal voice sounded beside her ear. "Lianxing, forget it."

Ji Lianxing's expression shook, and she immediately waited obediently where she was.

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a woman in a plain dress appeared on the distant horizon. Barefoot, she walked calmly toward them as though treading level ground.

With every step she took, a black lotus bloomed beneath her feet—lotuses blossoming step by step.

In only a few steps, she crossed more than ten li and arrived beside Ji Lianxing.

The woman wore a