C312 The four sisters of heaven gate
The sound of the wind gradually died down, and the occasional cry of a bird could be heard.
Liang Qiaoqiao sat on the stairs of the thatched hut while dressed in a black robe. She held a white jade ruler that seemed to reach the sky, and her arm was faintly emaciated. Inside the thatched cottage, the Yuan Xu Priestess did not fall, but her daoist robe was already stained with blood