As Han Li got busy helping Hua Yu achieve a Power Born level physique awaiting Li Shuanwei's return, in another place in Sacred Lust, something else was happening.
It was atop a small hill. Surroundings were a sight of their own, with dead mortals of all ages littering the area. Women, men, kids, and the elderly of all skin colors. Their gory bodies, which could have once been beautiful things, were now just bones. Nothing more, nothing less.
In contrast, the hill in the middle was a pristine grassy place. No blood, nothing. On top of it was a young man with pale grey eyes, violet nails, white and old material robes, and a silent and calm aura. He tsked through his teeth and spat out some bloody flesh.