Hmm!
Kang Luoying nodded vigorously, then peacefully snuggled into Shen Qiang's embrace. The two quietly gazed in the direction away from the battlefield, over the endless expanse of the frozen lake, where the frost and snow danced gently in the wind. Even the withered reeds by the lakeside swayed in a desolate dance in the cold wind.
The faint fragrance carried by the wind, the petite body beside him radiated a scorching heat.
Even though the two of them silently gazed into the distance, they still used their divine sense to observe the battle.
Currently, the two sides battling.
The most captivating was neither the powerful Ji Wei, the Sleeping Fire Lotus Demon, nor Feifei, but Xiu Ju.
The threads in her hands were incredibly strange.
To describe them as cunning in angle wouldn't do them justice.
Especially when the mesh of threads strangled one cultivator after another, the terrifying deterrence was beyond shocking.
Not only that.
