As the hum of a sword rang out, Torchlit Darkness Mountain’s dark power of the Grand Dao rose like a wave.

As if the mountain formed from the massive body of a Torch Dragon were awakening from its ancient slumber.

Ye Qinghe and Ye Xun were alright, but the old butcher felt an oppressive power bear down on him. Despite himself, his expression shifted.

But just as he was about to circulate his cultivation base to neutralize the pressure, Su Yi’s voice rang out. “Don’t resist. If you do, when the Laws of Torchlit Darkness Mountain truly burst forth, you won’t be able to take it.”

The old butcher’s pupils constricted, and he dared not act recklessly.

Su Yi, however, stepped into the air, then gazed at the cliff halfway up the mountain. A hint smile tugged at his lips. “Fairy You Xue, long time no see.”

Whoosh!

Just one sentence, and the coursing wave of serene dark power receded in a flash.

A streak of misty light shot over from the cliff, transforming into an illusory, graceful figure.

Her ink-black hair was tied up, and she wore old-fashioned, wide-sleeved white clothing. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, with spirited eyes and fair skin.

Wisps...