While Wen Ran and Luo Feng were focused on the massive door ahead, oblivious to what lay behind it, a different kind of storm was brewing far away from the sect. The stillness of the distant plains, once untouched, was now broken by the hurried footsteps of two people dressed in black. They moved swiftly, their faces grim, their eyes darting nervously from side to side. Whatever they were running from, it was clear that time was of the essence. Their fear was palpable, a quiet tension that hung heavily in the air, and it was all directed toward one woman.
A woman in golden clothes, her figure glowing like the sun itself, was chasing them relentlessly. Her golden hair flowed around her like a shimmering halo, her golden eyes captivating and striking in their beauty, filled with an intense fire. She moved like a predator, swift and determined, her presence almost overwhelming. This was none other than Fang Jinyao, the one who had been tracking these individuals with relentless focus.
