Night fell, the bright moon hung high, and the night breeze on the peak of Tree Mountain carried a hint of chill.
A girl in green held a short sword, pressing it against the back of Ning Fan, her beautiful eyes revealing a trace of struggle.
She knew that the young man in white before her was a demon, here to seize the Min Luo puppet.
She knew that with her own Void Glimpse cultivation, she had no certainty of completing the task or obtaining the Min Luo puppet, but she also didn't wish for the puppet to fall into the hands of someone like Ning Fan.
Those puppets were made from the corpses of her clansmen, and she must retrieve them all!
Even if she couldn't retrieve them, she could not let the puppets fall into the hands of demon practitioners!
She hated the demon practitioners, hated those countless cold-blooded, heartless demon heads!
