Li Yan raised his head and gazed out the window. The broad window frame was carved with openwork patterns and pushed outward. Fresh air wafted in gust after gust, while two thick, emerald-green banana leaves blocked half the window as though they were about to reach inside, lending the pavilion a touch of fresh elegance.
The two demons were still whispering behind him. After discussing matters with Li Yan earlier, Qianji had spoken of what was on his mind. Once Li Yan had agreed to some of his requests, his mood had already recovered considerably.
Li Yan, meanwhile, stared out the window without speaking for a long while. Countless thoughts churned through his mind. He vaguely sensed that many matters were somehow connected, yet they also seemed utterly unrelated. If everything was linked together, it would be far too absurd!
Why did those matters, which originally could not possibly connect to what was happening before his eyes, seem to share a faint thread of connection after Qianji spoke those words? Li Yan could not make sense of it.
"Two continents, a crimson spearhead, several familiar auras..."
Li Yan sank into deep contemplation...
The next day, violent ripples once again swept across the skies above the front-line battlefield of the Tianli Clan.
Roars and furious howls continuously erupted from Yan San's side, rumbling between heaven and earth and scattering the drifting clouds. That man had begun setting up deadly poison below again—the poisonous mist and venomous liquid detested by all three clans.
After sacrificing vast numbers of low-ranking wind beasts, they had finally managed to loosen the defensive line somewhat. Yet now another mishap had arisen.
Today, they had once again watched that man enter an array. Soon afterward, the wind beasts attacking that area began falling in swathes.
It was