Twenty zhang from Blood Sin Peak’s Spiritual Spring.

Xiao Mo stood behind a tree, his posture as straight and tall as the phoenix tree beside him.

He raised his head, gazing at the vast azure sky through the gaps in the leaves.

Because of the great battle, not a single cloud marred the sky above the Wandao Sect.

The TRICKLING of the spring water drifted over from behind him, accompanied by the chirping of insects in the forest, making the surroundings feel all the more serene.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the sound of crushed leaves came from behind Xiao Mo.

He turned around to see Blood Demon standing before him.

Having bathed in the Spiritual Spring, she had changed into a clean red dress. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, still slightly damp from the water.

Though her face was still pale, she exuded an unrestrained and bewitching aura.

It seemed this woman was always so proud, no matter the circumstances.

"What? Why are you staring at me, kid? Don’t tell me you’ve finally realized how beautiful I am." Blood Demon’s lips curled into a slight smile as she met Xiao Mo’s gaze.

"You’re just so-so," Xiao Mo replied, his expression neutral.

He wasn’t staring because of her looks, but because of her increasingly weak Life Fire, which seemed as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

"Where are we going?"

Xiao Mo asked.

Blood Demon had said she wanted to go for a walk, and naturally, Xiao Mo was accompanying her.

It was just that before their walk, Blood Demon had gone to the Spiritual Spring to bathe and change her clothes.

So, Xiao Mo had waited for her from a distance of twenty zhang.

"I don’t know either. Let’s just walk around."

Blood Demon clasped her hands behind her back and strode forward. A gentle breeze blew, causing the skirt to cling to her long legs and reveal their near-perfect shape. Her small feet, clad in Cloud Pattern Embroidered Shoes, were restless, idly kicking at the pebbles in the forest.

At that moment, this woman of over three thousand years was like a little girl on a spring outing.

Xiao Mo said nothing more and simply walked by her side.

A red dress and a black shirt. They were contrasting colors, yet seeing them together felt strangely harmonious.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Blood Demon arrived at Ten Thousand Demons Town.

The Wandao Sect had undergone a tremendous upheaval. In a single day, the Sect Leader was gone. The top-tier combatants of the Immortal and Jade Realms were either dead or had fled, leaving only thirty percent of their original strength.

But here in Ten Thousand Demons Town, it was still as bustling as ever.

After all, most Cultivators only cared about themselves. What did the affairs of the higher-ups have to do with them?

Even if the sky fell, the Sect’s Elders were there to hold it up.

And even if the Wandao Sect was destroyed, so what? At worst, they could just join another Sect.

Nonetheless, the events of the morning had become the main topic of conversation for all the Cultivators in Ten Thousand Demons Town.

Whether at the roadside wine stalls, the lively brothels, the teahouses, or the taverns, every Cultivator was discussing it.

As Xiao Mo and Blood Demon walked down the town’s streets, many Cultivators noticed them immediately.

These Cultivators all froze for a moment, then stopped in their tracks to stare at the pair. Then, as if word was spreading from person to person, more and more Cultivators began to notice Xiao Mo and Blood Demon.

They instinctively cleared a path, not daring to approach, their expressions filled with apprehension.

But Xiao Mo and Blood Demon paid none of it any mind.

"Aunt Fang, a pot of Sangluo Wine."

Blood Demon called out to the shopkeeper as she walked up to a wine stall.

"Well now, Blood Demon! How are you doing? Are you alright? I heard you were seriously injured," the plump, apron-clad shopkeeper asked with concern.

"I’m fine, it’s nothing serious," Blood Demon said with a smile. "The moment I started feeling better, I found myself craving your wine, Auntie."

As she finished speaking, Blood Demon untied the vermilion wine gourd from her waist. A Blood Demon Flower was imprinted on it.

Blood Demon tossed the gourd to the shopkeeper. "The usual. Fill it up."

"You got it. I brewed a jar of Sangluo Wine a few days ago that’s especially good. I’ve been saving it for you." Aunt Fang caught the gourd, unsealed the innermost jar of wine, and filled it for Blood Demon.

"Thanks, Auntie." Blood Demon took the gourd and nudged Xiao Mo with her elbow. "What are you spacing out for? Pay her."

Xiao Mo handed over ten low-grade spirit stones.

While Xiao Mo was paying, Blood Demon had already said her goodbyes to the shopkeeper and was walking away, drinking as she went.

Xiao Mo shook his head and could only follow after her.

Aunt Fang watched the backs of the master and disciple as they left, involuntarily tightening her grip on the Spirit Stones. The worry in her eyes could no longer be contained...

After leaving Ten Thousand Demons Town, Xiao Mo followed Blood Demon to a mountain peak.

This peak did not belong to anyone in the Sect; it was just an ordinary, desolate mountain.

However, as Xiao Mo walked deeper in, a tombstone appeared before him.

Carved upon the stone tablet were the words: "Tomb of Zhou Rushi, the Tenth Peak Master of Blood Sin Peak."

Blood Demon walked to the tombstone, opened her wine gourd, and slowly poured out the clear liquid. She moved it from left to right, drawing a straight line of wine on the ground before the grave.

"This is the grave of my master... and your grand-master."

Blood Demon capped the gourd, her gaze fixed on the tombstone as she began to speak slowly.

"When I was three years old, still naive and uncomprehending, your grand-master brought me up this mountain.

She taught me my Cultivation Technique and raised me.

To me, she wasn’t just my master; she was like a mother.

But when I was little, I didn’t like her. I thought she was too naggy."

As she spoke, the corners of Blood Demon’s mouth curled into a slight smile, a flash of tenderness in her eyes. "Your grand-master was very, very strict with me, and I was a very rebellious child.