The plum rains in Jiangnan are always lingering and poignant. Su Jinhuan stood at the bow of the boat, watching the curtains of rain dye the distant mountains the color of an ink wash painting.
It had been several months since her return from the Nether Blood Sea. Her wounds had long since healed, yet whenever she drifted into dreams in the dead of night, the roars of the Heaven-Devouring Gu would still echo in her ears.
This time, she received a secret letter. It stated that a bizarre and sinister evil had appeared in a remote town on the northern frontier. The common folk were gripped by an inexplicable terror, and many had died mysteriously in their sleep, their corpses looking horrific.
Chapter 139