At the mouth of the valley, the autumn breeze was brisk.
The red maples covering the hills were fiery red, like flames.
Lin Shiming stood tall and straight like a pine, while formation flags simultaneously fell around, shrouding the surroundings completely.
After a while, Lin Shiming's divine sense suddenly detected some breezes that should not be present in autumn.
A smile also spread across Lin Shiming's face.
"Fairy Bai Ling, this time, Lin has come with the utmost sincerity, but if you take half a step further, don't blame Lin for being heartless!"
Lin Shiming's smile vanished in an instant, giving way to an expression of indifference, and the formation around him turned into spirit shadows that began to appear at the valley's entrance.
A bright white figure reemerged a hundred feet away from Lin Shiming.
Still with three tails, still unparalleled in beauty, capable of causing the downfall of cities and nations.