"We're here," Lucia said softly as the golden lotus descended, bringing them to a wasteland ravaged by fire.
Su Xuan stood upon the lotus, his gaze slowly sweeping across the surroundings.
As far as the eye could see, the wasteland was littered with the charred corpses of demons. A hot breeze swept past, carrying the acrid, sickening stench of blood.
"Let's go down."
Lucia's delicate feet stepped gracefully onto the golden ripples, and she landed as lightly as a dragonfly skimming water. Her flawless, bare feet glinted with a healthy sheen in the sunlight, making it impossible to look away.
A flash of worry crossed Su Xuan's eyes again. He was afraid that Lucia's pure, flawless feet would be sullied by the filth of the wasteland. However, whenever this concern arose, reality always seemed to prove his worries were for naught.
