As though awaiting something.
As though the great master had finally arrived at his faithful Shadow Moon Convent.
The higher a cultivator's level, the more accurate his intuition became, but even after pondering for a long time inside the Flying Carriage, he still came up empty.
In the end, he could only step out from beneath the flying eaves.
The night was a bewildering swirl...
His figure flashed, and he arrived beside Mirror Lake.
He gazed at Shadow Moon Convent from afar without a word.
The Demon Venerable was destined to sweep through everything, and naturally, he would not remain confined within the Blood Rain Cult forever.
Sooner or later, he would sweep across the Eight Desolations. Not only the Tang Kingdom, but even the other kingdoms would be conquered by him.
They would become... the Demon Venerable's private possessions.
And Shadow Moon Convent would be the stepping stone for his first stride. The Demon Venerable's path of conquest was destined to begin here.
I'll start with that old fellow Yingui High Person.
Expressionless, Fang Yang watched Mirror Lake. Its waters were crystal clear, sending out ripples in the night that gently struck the stones with a splashing sound.
His tousled, ink-black hair drifted gently, making him look all the more wild and handsome.
Just then...
A faint, delicate orchid fragrance wafted over.
He frowned and turned, discovering a figure slowly approaching him.
Her features were like a painting, her seductive allure innate. Her limpid eyes seemed to hold an entire river of spring water, on the verge of spilling over.
The woman had an enchanting figure. Though she wore a modest dress, it still could not conceal her astonishing figure and graceful curves.
A pair of jade feet peeked out beneath her hem, appearing and disappearing.
It made her