The breathtakingly beautiful female cultivator of the Devil Race lay there quietly without the slightest reaction ever since Luo Beixi had entered, though her aura remained steady, as if she had sunk into an exceptionally deep sleep...
Luo Beixi slowly walked to her side. The tautness on his handsome face had softened into tenderness as he looked at the motionless beauty on the bed, and sorrow filled his eyes as well.
"You have slept for so long. This time... this time, I will definitely make you wake up!"
He murmured to himself, standing there and staring blankly at the peerless beauty. The green light within the room cast his shadow to one side, stretching it longer and longer!
Amid the bleak, icy air, Luo Beixi seemed unbearably lonely and desolate...
Two days later, Li Yan left the shop early in the morning. Without stopping anywhere in the city, he headed straight for the city gates. Once outside the city, he flew swiftly toward the northwest!
He continued flying until the afternoon. In Li Yan's field of view, four mountain peaks appeared ahead, soaring into the heavens, their tips two high and two low.
The peaks stood side by side, resembling a mutilated hand with five fingers. Thus, this place was known as the "Crippled Finger Peaks"!
Li Yan swiftly swept his divine sense across the four peaks. After quickly confirming the location, he descended toward the summit of the shortest peak.
There were no trees atop the mountain, but weeds half a person tall covered the ground. Li Yan landed upon a huge boulder, whose surroundings were thick with weeds that concealed more than half of it.
Standing atop the boulder, Li Yan looked around once before withdrawing his divine sense. This place was already hundreds of thousands of li