The Magical Beast Mountain Range is a place of dense, towering trees. Xiao Yue has been silently trekking through its depths for a month now, having already crossed into the most perilous central region.
She is at the peak of her condition: her figure is perfect and statuesque, her skin is as translucent and flawless as jade, and her waist-length silver hair falls in soft, smooth waves. With a temperament that is both cold and heroic, she moves step by step into the mountain range like a Valkyrie.
Thick mists shroud the deep reaches of the mountains, obscuring her vision. Yet, her senses remain far sharper than those of an ordinary person; catching a faint, nearly imperceptible sound, she frowns.
Chapter 51