The door opened, and a "human" with certain fish-like features stepped out from behind it. His ears resembled fins, and a few scales grew along both sides of his cheeks, yet he was unexpectedly not unpleasant-looking, even somewhat handsome.
The man wore a suit of silver armor and held a trident. From his splendid equipment, Aoko Aozaki could see a considerable magical aura, meaning that all of it was magical equipment imbued with specific permanent effects.
All eight of them were elites of the valley. They had fought their way through every obstacle, hacking through thorns and brambles with great difficulty. Of course, the ghost and the old ghost had it easier, and Lin Feng also seemed relatively relaxed.
Yuan Yi had never cared much for the Heavenly Emperor. If not for the fact that Xue Meng had brought Tian Jinsheng here, he would not have let him in.
The sounds of colliding light wove a wondrous melody, like the most perfectly rhymed sound in the world. Yet it contained a vast and solemn grandeur.
Zhou Xuan glanced at the scenery outside the window. At some point, the sky had already darkened. The first lights of the evening lent the city a different sort of beauty and unfamiliarity. Frowning, he realized that there had long since been no sound in his headphones.
Su Xia could not control her feet at all. She could only let that laughter, sometimes near and sometimes far, seemingly close yet distant, guide her toward Su Jinyan's room.
"Your humble servant, Shangguan Mo, pays his respects to Your Majesty." A man in a light-blue robe knelt respectfully below.
"Ye Zhiyuan..." Zhou Xuan swallowed and called out weakly, his voice carrying a hint of pleading, hoping there might still be some turning point.
She did not want