Celestial Immortals battle fiercely, and with a single strike, shockwaves can ripple through a hundred-mile radius. A fight often leaves a thousand miles of land in ruins.
Such is the case with Zilan State, where the population has sharply reduced, allowing numerous cultivators to flock in, each with their own agendas.
The Black Mountain Crow transformed into a small raven, flapping its wings as it flew out from Crow Mountain, squawking loudly, quickly spotting its target.
The target was a barefooted, long-haired girl, appearing extremely ethereal and pure, her eyes as beautiful as the infinite starry sky.
"This little nun wanders here every day, needs a good lesson to prevent her from targeting Crow Mountain," the Black Mountain Crow contemplated how to tease her.
As for that young man beside Su Xiaowei, he seemed quite ordinary, probably a commoner, easily kicked away.
"Why did you come down the mountain?"
