Nine luminaries mountain.
Danzhou.
In the sky above a majestic city, the chaotic clouds, rain, and frost were slowly dissipating.
In the blue sky, a streak of blood with cold and fierce Qi quickly disappeared into the sky.
In the high sky that mortals couldn't see, the clouds and fog covered the carved beams and painted buildings.
Embroidered tower had an exquisite exterior, but the interior was extremely simple.
Wenren lingsi sat behind the long table, her black hair cut off in the middle, only reaching her spine and falling beside her ears.
At this moment, the battle had just ended, and she was still wearing tight-fitting armor that was as fine as scales, outlining her graceful and undulating curves.