As time trickled by, more than half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.
In the Secret Realm of Chengsheng Mountain.
Han Li along with Jiang Baiye and Yun Miaoyi walked across the mountainous terrain, measuring the expanse of this secret territory with their steps.
When they felt a bit weary, the trio rested atop a mountain summit, and then Elder Han would immerse himself in the breathtaking landscape.
First was Jiang Baiye performing a sword dance in the sky, akin to a fairy swordsman descending from the moon palace, followed by Yun Miaoyi's dance—a Demon Dance that earned Elder Han's immediate salute.
Gazing at the Devil Princess, Yun Miaoyi, absorbed in her Demon Dance, Han Li moved closer to Jiang Baiye's ear and, nibbling on her delicate and exquisite earlobe, whispered a sentence.
Jiang Baiye's strikingly beautiful face flushed crimson in an instant. She stole a glance at Yun Miaoyi, displaying a coy and inviting demeanor that made Elder Han's mouth water.