Thick clouds of gloom enveloped Yan Paper God Mountain.
An exquisitely beautiful woman, adorned with a phoenix crown and wedding dress, still stood atop the peak of the Divine Mountain.
In the past, she was expressionless, always gazing into the distance as if expecting something, or perhaps waiting for something.
But now, her brows and eyes were gentle, her lips curved in a slight arc, graceful and captivating.
Her naturally hanging hands were concealed by broad sleeves, and hidden in her palm was a tiny human.
Lu Ran made the Divine Weapon vigilant, his attention focused within the Spiritual World, entering the God Demon Sculpture Garden.
"Thank you for your life-saving grace, Sect Leader!"
The enormous stone sculpture of Tu Feng, supporting its broken frame, knelt before the Lady of Ran Sect like a collapsing golden mountain and jade pillar.
He bowed his head deeply, his heart filled not only with gratitude but also with guilt.
