Her blood-colored cloak billowed in the wind, but even more striking was her hair, red as fresh blood.
Just looking at her, Shen Shan felt wisps of killing intent assault his mind.
With every breath, the scent of blood seemed to linger in his nose.
As her words fell, the powerful spirit pressure she constantly radiated made his body tremble instinctively.
A Foundation Establishment Cultivator!
The thought flashed through Shen Shan's mind, startling him.
Countless possibilities raced through his head, but he could not imagine what a Foundation Establishment Cultivator could possibly want from him.
Could she want my flesh and essence soul to cultivate some demonic cultivation art?!
At that thought, Shen Shan's gaze turned fearful, as though Leng Yuexin were a raging flood or a savage beast.
He could hardly be blamed. Leng Yuexin's appearance and bearing scarcely differed from those of a demonic cultivator, and she did indeed practice a demonic cultivation art.
In the eyes of some cultivators, even fellow disciples of the Primordial Yang Sect, she was a demonic cultivator through and through.
Leng Yuexin could more or less guess what a sixteen-year-old boy was thinking, but she paid it no mind and had no intention of explaining herself.
After all, if she could, she truly would have loved to use these menial disciples to cultivate!
"Senior, why... have you brought me here?"
After a while, Shen Shan barely managed to suppress his fear and mustered the courage to ask cautiously.
He spoke with utmost care, afraid of angering this Foundation Establishment Cultivator and throwing his life away.
"Shut up!"
"Once all these people wake up, I'll explain what this is about."
"But for now, keep your mouths shut and stop your prattling!"
Leng Yuexin had no intention of answering him and simply rebuked him