C124 You Are a Female Cultivator!!

At this moment, in the dense forest fronting Peacock Pool, Han Jin sneered, toying with a dagger in his grasp. Before him, Lin Wanrou retreated step by step, her teeth clenched and her young face etched with defiance.

Every disciple of the Lunar Sect, save for Mu Chunfeng, had fallen to Han Jin. They were all slain and offered up to the White General