In a desolate corner of the desert...

Yu Tong and four other Blood sect disciples were sitting on a sand dune. It seemed as if they were waiting for something.

Dressed in red garments, Yu Tong was holding an ocarina in her slender, jade-like hands, and blowing into it with her plump red lips.

However, not a sound came from within the ocarina.

In the meantime...

Several miles from her, Mo Xi from the Ghost sect was also holding a similar ocarina, and held it to his ear from time to time, seemingly listening attentively to something.

From the look of it, he was trying to determine a direction.

After a long time, he led the other four Ghost sect disciples to where Yu Tong was.

By that point, Yu Tong had long since stopped playing the ocarina.

After arriving, Mo Xi instructed the others to find a place to sit, and then walked to Yu Tong’s side, looking at her, his eyes brimming with unruly desire.

A strong desire was hidden in the depths of his eyes. “How did your battle turn o...