Waning moon hanging in the air, half-shrouded by dark clouds
Ye Mingqiu stepped on the window ledge of the derelict building, his cold eyes beneath the Cyan-Faced Fangs mask looking towards the northwest division where Blood Energy gathered, feeling the unique scent of dust, rust, and Blood Energy carried by the wind, his lips slightly curled.
S-Level Red Hermit, right there
Suddenly, the Blood Crystal Patterns of the Blood Spear stirred abruptly, seemingly warning, but not too strongly, mainly showing excitement.
Ye Mingqiu's gaze shifted.
Silver Princess glanced at his back, silently lurking in the shadow of the building's load-bearing wall, wearing a dark gray matte combat suit, her movements clean and precise, silver-gray short hair lightly fluttering in the night breeze, amber eyes sharp as a hawk's.
