Fifteen days passed swiftly.
Initially, Su Yan found Qingfeng Ridge quite to her liking.
The food was good, and so were the views.
But once her male pet left, the place suddenly fell into a chilling silence.
She silently observed the dimming landscape by the roadside.
She looked down at her fair hands, the teardrop-shaped Crystal Bracelet on her wrist faintly visible.
She reached out, gently touching it.
The teardrop-shaped crystal kept swaying.
Until she voiced a question,
"Xiao Hua"
"Host!"
"Today is the day mentioned in the invitation, isn't it?"
"Yes, Host!"
Numerous practitioners renowned for their Pure Cultivation flooded into Guanning Valley.
And the matter was hyped up significantly—everyone in the Cultivation World knew that Qingyu Mountain had declared war on the Demon Sect Leader.
Many from the ranks of Demon Cultivators also attended in droves.
