Su Yan, since arriving in this world of cultivation, had never left the Demon Sect before.
Today, stepping out, she planned to wander a bit more before returning.
Thus, she ended up spending nearly a month at Qingfeng Ridge.
In one of the lakes, there was a flat boat.
A woman in bright red robes, with a slender waist and enchanting figure, appeared intermittently.
There was an intimidating aura about her that none could ignore. At a glance, one could tell she was a powerful Demon Cultivator.
Thus, people passing by the lake did not even dare to sneak a peek, fearing that the Demon Cultivator might find an excuse to gouge out their eyes.
Su Yan sat on the flat boat, waiting for the appearance of her male pet.
At that moment, a man came flying through the air, landing on the other end of the boat.
Du Lao'er, dressed in brocade and fine silks, his face pale and gaunt, held a fan, waving it continuously in the air.
It seemed he fancied himself debonair and suave.
