Hundred Flowers mountain.
Back mountain.
The vegetation was lush, and the green leaves were fragrant.
PEI Ling stood in the air, his hands continuously forming hand seals. In his pupils, the Nanke dream fire slowly danced, emitting a strange light.
Princess Zhuang Shu crossed her hands on her lower abdomen and stood not far away, quietly watching this scene. Her posture was elegant, and the pendant around her body was silent.
The ten women were still dancing wildly to a strange rhythm. At this moment, their hair was loose and their bones were scattered. Their carefully maintained black hair was stuck to their faces with sweat, making them look particularly miserable and crazy.