Autumn rain, desolate and descending from the sky, each drop like thousands of needles and threads, weaving a net that envelops the world.
Li Yuan strolled along the countryside path.
Ever since Peng Mingyu visited Lady Yama, he had essentially become a jade remains under her command, capable of reflecting her state like a barometer.
However, he no longer possessed supernatural power, losing even the ability to sense external forces.
Recalling the strength of the Firefly Demon, Li Yuan realized the situation within the underworld was converging.
Sister Yan might already be in the process of being digested?
The young man, with a boyish appearance, had a shadowy expression, his serene pupils quietly watching the autumn rain.
His hair, damp, draped over his shoulders; in the distance, the roads were devoid of people, save for those in a state of desperate flight.
He sat alone in the rain on a stone.
Finally, he drew out from his mind the plan he had hesitated over.
