C497 The Saintess' Vengeful Spirit

Hua Hsing stood in a clearing surrounded by towering trees, their branches rustling with a chilling wind. The entire Heavenly Beast Mountain Range felt ominous and foreboding.

A small mouse perched on the branches of the Half Immortal Tree, its expression deeply serious. Its eyes flickered, as if lost in thought.

At that moment, Hua Hsing could faintly hear a distant, intermittent crying