His eyes had turned green at some point, and as he swept his gaze over the crowd, one imprint after another appeared in his mind.
Guan Qinghan took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself.
Reining in her surging thoughts, Gong Yajun soon glanced down, prayer beads in hand, her face dignified and imposing.
"Therefore, we must choose the strongest leader to lead us into the Demonic Dao Grand Ceremony and contend against the Body Sect."
Instead, it was the secret "Jade-Melting Formula Sutra," passed down through generations of Abbesses of Shadow Moon Convent!
Practicing this secret art not only greatly improved one's ability to dispel killing intent, substantially strengthened the body, and extended the time one could spend dispelling killing intent, but also nourished the skin and made the body firmer.
"As everyone knows, the Demonic Dao Grand Ceremony concerns the Divine Sect's fortune, as well as a secret treasure. We absolutely cannot afford to fail."
Her gaze was deep and distant.
Just as these low-ranking disciples continued hurling abuse.
Most of the other sects were small, but this Ghost Lantern Sect could not be underestimated.
Thinking of the mist curling along Mirror Lake last night, the rippling lake water, and the frost and snow on the lakeside grass as autumn arrived.
"..."
Soon, after finishing her speech, Gong Yajun glanced down. Noticing the tempted expressions on everyone's faces, she could not help but sneer.
On the throne in Purple Moon Tower, Gong Yajun wore dark robes and held a string of beads made of jade.
Things like this were really rather commonplace.
As though something inside were scraping the coffin lid with its nails, scraping.
No, she absolutely could not think that way.
Just like him now-he was practically a reaper of young maidens.
Why not