Xiao Ming felt a wave of relief wash over him as he took a leisurely stroll through the Demon Raiding Mountain.
The air, though tinged with the usual demonic aura that clung to the beasts and wandering cultivators in the region, felt refreshingly normal—just as he remembered it.
The oppressive weight of the recent battles with devilized beasts seemed to lift, if only for a moment, as he breathed in the crisp, unpolluted air.
WHEEF!
The sound of his own breath filled his ears, a reminder of the peace he had longed for. His pace was unhurried, almost meditative, as he wandered through the dense flora, making his way toward home.
The rustling leaves and the occasional chirp of birds created a serene backdrop, a stark contrast to the chaos he had endured.
CRACK!
Suddenly, a sharp sound shattered the tranquility. Xiao Ming's brows furrowed as he stopped in his tracks.
