C124 The Rules of Yaen Mountain
Atop Yaen Mountain, the air was rich with the scent of spiritual herbs. Zhuo Qingyao's delicate hands pressed against Chen Ming's body, channeling streams of sword qi that wove through his bones, providing an unexpectedly soothing experience.
The black python arrived with news, "Mountain Lord, the Demon Kings have been thoroughly shaken. I assure you, they didn't get a wink of sleep last night