Guang Xiaoyu muttered curses as she rushed out from among the mountains, Tch, a pair of back-stabbers thinking they can fool the Emperor? Dream on! Once I find a way, I will surely have your heads.
She had been somewhat panicked, but now she had calmed down.
The path of cultivating as a demon is fraught with difficulties; these are minor issues.
Following a trace of familiar energy fluctuations, Guang Xiaoyu arrived at an ancient town. It wasn't very large, with about three hundred buildings. A Long Street paved with grayish-brown stones stretched directly from one end of the town to the other.
Standing here, everything was clear at a glance.
The architectural style of the residences in the ancient town was vastly different from those outside; their colors were not vivid. Instead, they appeared rustic and elegant, yet also revealed subtle strands of peculiarity.
No sooner had she set foot in the town than she sensed some unusual atmospheres.
