Amid vast mountain ranges, ancient trees towered into the sky, and the roars of magical beasts occasionally echoed through the wilderness. A stream wound its way between the sturdy old trees.
The stream leaped from a cliff, crashing into the pool below and sending great sprays of water into the air.
A snowy-white body emerged from the pool. Her drenched hair hung naturally down her back, its ends reaching her hips. Her figure was exquisitely curved, graceful and alluring.
A spatial rift suddenly appeared in midair, and Hun Zhang stepped out. To avoid misunderstandings, he had not opened the exit of the Spatial Passage directly inside Soul Hall, instead deliberately choosing a forest several miles from Soul Hall's entrance.
He casually glanced downward, only to see a fist imprint carrying terrifying force hurtling toward him.
He raised one hand and pressed down, blocking it. Turning his head, he looked at Xiao Yu, who had already donned a black robe and flown to his level, glaring at him with murderous fury. After two seconds of silence, he said, "Would you believe me if I said this was a misunderstanding?"
"You should say that you saw nothing." Xiao Yu ground her teeth and said coldly, "What do you want?"
"Take me to see Xiao Zhan. The clan leader sent me to ask about something," Hun Zhang replied.
"Follow me." Xiao Yu did not press the matter, leading him indignantly toward Soul Hall.
The towering palace remained unchanged. The enormous stone pillars standing in the vast plaza before the main hall, as well as the iron chains embedded in them, had not changed either. Yet perhaps because they had changed masters, the original cold, sinister aura had vanished, replaced by a grand and majestic presence.
Yet upon closer sensing, he felt that something