Chapter 501: Beacon Flames at the Mountain Gate

In late March, spring had finally pressed the snow into retreat. The air warmed by degrees, carrying a soft, thawing comfort. Yet the breeze still brushed the skin with a faint, lingering chill, teasing the senses like a reminder that winter had not entirely let go. Grivoria. Snow Sect! At that moment, the Snow Sect's Mountain Protection Formation had been fully activated. Outside the formation, the earth had already been soaked red. Beyond the barrier, a black mass of figures hovered in the...