By the mountain stream, the grass is lush, butterflies flutter among the flowers, creating a serene and enchanting place. It's exactly the type of place where those so-called reclusive masters in martial arts novels love to build a thatched hut to quietly cultivate.
Dark Litchi didn't build any thatched hut; she only dug a cave at the side of a rock as her temporary dwelling. Although this place seems beautiful and tranquil, in reality, a hundred meters away, she cleared over a dozen demon beasts lurking in the grass in advance. They were ordinary demon beasts, yet sufficient to make this area a forbidden zone for common people.
Just as Dark Litchi was about to set up a formation, the silver threads in her hand were just released, but suddenly spun towards her rear.
"Stop, stop, young girl!"
