Three days ago, he carried a smallpox virus capable of wiping out the Lindan Tribe and quietly landed from Liaodong, but unexpectedly, a hundred miles from the royal tent, he was intercepted by Shi Ying and her Celestial Star Sect followers.
On both sides of the canyon, there was a flicker of cold light among the sea-buckthorn bushes. The disciples of the Five Poison Sect brandished poisoned hidden weapons, encircling him and Li Wuduo tightly.
Shi Ying was dressed in a dark star-patterned robe with elaborate star designs on her wide sleeves. The Bronze Compass at her waist spun rapidly, its needle dancing frantically like a serpent. Her eyebrows arched like distant mountains, and her eyes sparkled like stars reflected in water, breathtakingly beautiful.
