Little Saintess of the Demonic Sect
Editor: Transn
The sky gradually darkened as the clouds turned black. Only the moon hung in the sky, radiating light like layers of thin silver veils.
Under the moon.
No matter how many people made comments, Zhang Ruochen still stayed beside Huang Yanchen. They moved towards the top of Scroll Mountain together, slowly but steadily.
"Seems like an infatuated man."
Ouyang Huan tapped the arm of his chair with his right hand. His lips moved and his voice transformed into three sound waves that moved to the three Demonic Sect members below.
No matter how infatuated he was, he was still the enemy. As long as he was the enemy, he must be defeated.
Hearing Ouyang Huan's voice, three figures from the Conquer Seats near the front stood up. They walked towards the steps to block Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen.
Amongst them, the one at the front was the Demonic Saintess, Mu Lingxi.