Outside Xiangdao Peak, in a deep, secluded forest.
The storm had passed, leaving the wind and rain calm.
Fang Yang sat there with a dull expression and ragged breath. The fairy of the Inner Demon, who had been nestled in his arms, suddenly broke free from his embrace. The garments beside them flew through the air, quickly wrapping back around her slender form, and with a wave of her delicate hand, Fang Yang's clothes were neatly fastened.
Chapter 157