The pine forest stretched far and wide, wafting a faint scent of pine resin. The branches were thick with pine needles, resembling clusters of green swords. A clear spring flowed through the woods, while a silent fiery spring spread quietly, casting a beautiful light upon the ancient pines. The scenery was indeed enchanting.
However, no one appreciated the beauty; the atmosphere was tense and charged. Nobody had expected that upon entering the spirit cave, they would encounter each other here.
Li Qingxu, clad in purple robes, held a purple bamboo staff tempered by heavenly light, a smile gracing his face as he remained calm and composed.
At that moment, it was not he who found himself trapped in a hunting predicament, but rather his opponent, Li Qingyue, who was cornered here alongside familiar faces.
Yet, the two familiar figures had not responded yet, seemingly caught off guard by this turn of events.
Dressed in silver armor, a gentle breeze lifted the dark, flowing tresses of Li Qingyue. Without uttering a word, she headed directly toward Li Qingxu.
In this moment, she exuded a commanding presence. Though her form was as delicate as a willow fairy, her armored aura was undeniably fierce, unlike her usual self.