Within their tribe, a fully grown Hook Snake warrior had fallen at the hands of a not yet mature, youthful Enchanting Demon on the first night of their return journey.
The girl had mysteriously managed to escape the prison cart right under their noses; what was even more terrifying, she had chosen not to flee but to turn and fight desperately.
Baili An was speechless with shock as he watched the girl.
Was this girl Ning Feiyan?!
Even though she looked very different than in her adult years, with a frail and delicate frame that barely seemed viable, the biggest difference was in her face.
She wasn't very pretty right now; half of her face bore scars crisscrossed like blue-black ink. They looked like some ancient curse, and now, they were stained with the fresh red blood of the dead Hook Snake, which gave her an ominous aura.
This was a past that Ning Feiyan had once experienced.
Unsurprisingly, the girl holding the knife was caught by a powerful Hook Snake Demon by the throat.
