Fang Hao had narrowly escaped death, yet he felt little relief, only heightened vigilance. He swiftly turned around, his internal Chaos Spiritual Power circulating covertly, his gaze sharp as he looked towards the direction from which the crimson Flying Sword had come.
On a protruding cliff face above the valley floor, a slender figure stood, unnoticed until now.
Moonlight spilled down, faintly revealing a woman clad in fiery red combat attire that outlined breathtaking curves. She was tall and slender, her skin lustrous as jade under the moonlight, her face so beautiful it bordered on the demonic. Particularly striking were her Phoenix eyes, their outer corners slightly upturned, radiating an astonishing allure and haughtiness even in the night. At this moment, those Phoenix eyes held a trace of scrutiny, a flicker of curiosity, and a faint, seemingly innate sense of detachment as they looked down upon Fang Hao in the valley below.
