At least the threat of demonic calamity in this world had been pushed back for many years, and the Mortal World had been spared devastation for the time being.
Even the Demon Race had taken a completely different path. Nan Xun had sent quite a few young demons to the Profound Heart Sect, calling it an opportunity to study under masters.
That was good.
Feng Changdong pressed a hand to his chest. He remembered how brightly Qiao Ranran had smiled when she told him she was happy, and he felt that things were good as they were.
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Chapter 139: 139 Frames
"Damn old man! Let me out! What the hell is this thing?"
Yan Qingsui had been trapped in the Four Seasons and Eight Aspects Formation for ages. Every day, when he wasn't trying to break the formation, he found time to point at the sky and curse his own father.
For years, he had wandered wherever he pleased. When he wasn't looking for someone to fight, he was stirring up trouble at Demonic Cultivator strongholds. Most often, though, he was searching everywhere for news of Qiao Ranran.
After Sword Venerable Jinglin advanced to the Great Vehicle Stage, he emerged from seclusion, took one look at Yan Qingsui's aimless ways, and threw him into the Four Seasons and Eight Aspects Formation. He wouldn't let him out until he broke it.
The first time Yan Qingsui escaped the Four Seasons