The Demoness Looked Displeased

It was mid-June.

In the Hundred Flowers Lake, a graceful figure sat by a stone table in a pavilion.

She gazed at the flowers.

Rain drizzled from the sky, and the flowers gently swayed as if welcoming the rain.

At this moment, a white figure descended on the pavilion.

"Sect Master," said Baizhi in greeting.

"Speak." Hong Yuye didn't turn around.

"The people from the Divine Corpse Sect have arrived in the Hidden Cloud Prefecture and have made contact with us," Baizhi reported.

"Are they here to save someone?" Hong Yuye asked as she picked up her teacup.