The white clouds on the horizon were dyed the color of sunset by the appearance of that fireball. Rolling sonic waves swept across the empty sky, and the sharp, piercing shriek resembled thunder, accompanied by energy fluctuations as terrifying as heavenly wrath.
The fireball carved a graceful arc through the sky at incredible speed, like a meteor. Its target was clear—it flew straight toward the wilderness where Hua Zhen had just been.
"Whoosh—fwoosh~~"
No sooner said than done. The distance of tens of thousands of meters vanished in an instant. Extreme motion became absolute stillness as it abruptly halted four or five meters above the ground. Dust billowed everywhere from the immense momentum, while the hurricane it stirred sent the beautiful hair of a certain Old Enchantress, who had been sitting there waiting to enjoy the show, flying. Naturally, her gauzy chiffon dress was no exception.
"Cough, cough... damn it!"
Because she had been standing far too close, He Xi was left covered in dust. She waved her arms, trying to disperse the cloud, but the choking smell of sand still made her cover her little mouth and cough.
"Where is he?"
A cold voice rang out from within the dust screen. Just three words made the surrounding temperature drop several degrees. Soon, a stunning blonde, blue-eyed beauty drifted out, her wings beating behind her. Who else could it have been but Kesha?
Her expression was calm, but anyone capable of reading faces could clearly see the rolling fury in her eyes. More than ten thousand years of agonizing waiting had resulted in him breaking his word. Anyone would have been in a terrible mood at a time like this.
"Please, you made such a huge entrance the moment you arrived. He's not an idiot—he already slipped away." He Xi