On the mountaintop, Ji Tian gazed toward the woods where the two were, his tone strange, and on his gaunt face there actually rose a trace of regret. The biting cold wind swept through the mountains, yet the luxurious fiery-red robes around him did not stir in the slightest.
At last, Ji Tian's somewhat thin figure slowly walked down the mountain, as though about to go inform the Green-clothed of this matter. But though he possessed the speed of a Thunder Tribulation Expert, he was at this moment strolling leisurely down the slope—his intention, self-evident...
On the clearing that Lin Zifeng and Tuolong had ravaged into ruins, moonlight spilled down, casting a faint brightness.
But unlike before, the once-deathly quiet forest was now shrouded in a layer of pale golden radiance. Looking around, the golden light actually covered a radius of a thousand meters!
"What's wrong… The Blood Shadow Stone failed. Surprised, aren't you?"
