"Don't go there, outsider. You don't belong here, you don't belong in the dreamscape of the Great Immortal Peach God, at least not right now. If you come into contact with the soulless dreamscape illusion shell, it will lead to reality intrusion and the dreamscape will restart. I suppose you might have already experienced what would happen yesterday."
The black-robed woman's tone remained cold, as the lantern in her hand swayed creakily in the night, its faint light illuminating the ground, yet casting a shadow darker than the night itself.
"You..."
Kamiyagawa held Tong Zi Qie, glanced at the black-robed woman, and then looked at the small Yatagarasu on the riverbank a little farther away.
Over there, the Yatagarasu, soothed by the Great Immortal Peach God, was now in the latter's arms, crying bitterly.
And between the black-robed woman and the small Yatagarasu—
Similar gloomy attire.
Equally conspicuous black wings sprouting from their backs.
