Chapter 815 - 428 Gold Blood_5
"Whew~"
The Wind Saint flew back from outside, with a hint of fatigue in her expression.
Recently, she had been very busy, visiting places like the Li Yang Dynasty and the Southern Wilderness Swamp, scraping together a large amount of treasure, and returned with her load full.
Next, she needed to spend some time carefully inventorying the spoils, making records, and once she sorted them out, she’d take them all to the Canghai Sect and hand them over to Fang Zhixing.
"Home at last, time for a hot spring bath..."
The Wind Saint hadn’t established her own sect; she lived alone, somewhat reclusive.
She activated the defense formation and entered the deep valley.
As she was walking...
The Wind Saint’s expression suddenly changed, her gaze fell on a large tree, as if facing a formidable enemy, she shouted: "Who is it?"
The next moment, a figure stepped out from behind the tree. A middle-aged face, with long whiskers, donned in a blue Daoist robe, his aura as refined as jade, yet also extremely imposing.
The middle-aged man was calm and composed, smiled slightly, and greeted her like an old friend: "Wind Saint."