This was a vast, ancient jungle that had never seen the light of day.
Layers of rotting leaves piled high, emitting a hot, humid stench that was enough to make one gag.
In the dead silence, two figures, one after the other, shattered a millennium of profound tranquility.
"HUFF... HUFF..."
Xia Qiu of Sword Heart Island was fleeing for his life.
His face was ashen. Large beads of sweat rolled into his eyes, the sting piercing him to the bone, but he didn't dare blink, let alone look back. His steps were staggering; he was in a truly wretched state.
Behind him, there were no sounds of a hurried pursuit.
The Demoness of the Emotional Silk Sect, Hong Mei'er, followed leisurely behind him, as if taking a stroll.
Her bare feet tapped lightly on the fallen leaves, her red dress swaying in the wind. She looked like a beautiful ghoul toying with a dying rat.
An abyss of despair welled up in Xia Qiu's heart.
He was already no match for her in speed...
