Before them lay a rather large abyss. The stone walls nearby were covered in vines unique to Million Meng Mountain. Dewdrops like tears trickled faintly along each vine, while thick mist shrouded the surroundings of the abyss. Ordinary eyes could not pierce that fog, much less see the dewdrops on the vines or the russet-red mountain rock beneath them!
"Swoosh..." A faint sound of something cutting through the air arose above the abyss. A peerless beauty dressed in plain robes flew past in a daze. Who else could it have been but Jiu Xia?
At this moment, although Jiu Xia's appearance was not as stunning as her true face, the faint radiance around her still set off her delicate features and gave her an unrivaled bearing! Some people's extraordinariness could not be concealed; even when hidden away, it would still stand out like an awl piercing through a sack. Jiu Xia was just such a person!
"What? How could this have happened?" Jiu Xia looked somewhat flustered as she mused inwardly, How could Witch King Shi suddenly perish? Could something have gone wrong on Xiao Lang's side? Or could something have happened to the new Witch King as well?
Jiu Xia might not have cared about Witch King Shi's death, but she absolutely cared about the birth of Witch King Ming.
Jiu Xia was naturally flying toward the Buddhist formation seal. Although she had left the Buddhist formation long ago, it had always weighed on her mind, and she had not gone far. When she discovered the strange phenomenon in Million Meng Mountain, even though she was of the Fox Clan and from Qingqiu Mountain's lineage, she still could not sever that bloodline bond. She could not help flying back. Yet even her flight was now somewhat unsteady, clearly because