Chengshui Tomb.0

Demonic clouds rolled across the sky and muffled thunder rumbled as darkness enveloped the land. Only scattered glimmers of light shimmered in the air.0

Rain pattered endlessly as Li Xuanfeng rode the wind and halted above the black waters. Demonic mists churned on the surface. The strange signs of Murong En’s death had already faded, but the black smoke was growing thicker, forming a sky-darkening shroud.0

This was the outer edge of Chengshui Tomb, where things looked noticeably calmer, but the water had still turned gray. Li Xuanfeng gazed into the distance, while a plain-looking middle-aged man with two gourds tied to his waist stood next to him, his vine armor glowing faintly with dharma light.0

This man was none other than Lingu Rao, also known as Raozi Scorpion, a veteran...0