An unnamed lower-realm plane.
Thud.
Jiang Ling sheathed her saber without expression. Without so much as glancing at the monster that had turned to ash, she set off toward the next gathering of Filth Demons.
She had already lost count of how many Filth Demons she had slain since descending to this plane.
Kill.
Without tiring, without counting the cost.
Other than killing, she did not know what else she could do.
Especially after that day, when she had met Ancestor Si Ming alone in the Side Hall of Undying Mountain and received the final letter her father, Jiang Yuan, had written by hand-a letter that had lain dormant for over a hundred thousand years...
She had not spoken a single word since.
No one knew exactly what that letter contained. Nor did anyone know what final words the man who had willingly become an evil ghost for his daughter, then ultimately sacrificed himself, had left her.
All they knew was that this proud, solitary female immortal king, who had walked alone for over a hundred thousand years, now wielded her saber with greater ruthlessness and ferocity than ever before.
She had always been accustomed to coming and going alone. In the Immortal Realm, she had no friends beyond Si Chen and his circle.
With her temper now even fouler and her expression even gloomier, the accompanying troops from the Immortal Realm all tacitly agreed to give her a wide berth whenever they saw her.
Yet there was one exception.
It was none other than the Si Household's Third Master, Si Shuo.
"Come on, Fairy Jiang, my dear lady... could you take a little break?"
Jiang Ling did not stop walking or even turn her head. She simply treated him as air.
Seeing that "keep your distance" look on her