The Thorn Saintess slowly raised her head, cold fury burning in her eyes.
"Cao Xing, you should not have killed him..."
"If Ignis had lived, we would still have had room to maneuver. You killed Him—this is forcing the Church into a fight to the death with you!"
Everyone raised their heads and looked into the air.
There stood a young man in a frost-white robe, holding a crystal staff. His face was pale, yet he wore a mad smile.
Still, not being able to see was probably for the best, because I was sure there would be nothing worth watching when Dr. Wen used my body for experiments later.
The pain eased slightly, and some of his consciousness returned. Li Guo opened his eyes and saw Chen Xiaoran walking toward him.
Perhaps this plaque truly meant nothing to Yang Ning, but for everyone else, it was probably a different matter.
She put down her chopsticks, took out her phone, opened her contacts, and found Chen Xiaoran's number.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Dian Feng naturally noticed that something was off with Zhu Yun. Her entire body was burning hot.
I was utterly shocked and wanted to grab Fu Lin to ask what was going on, but he merely gave me a gentle, mysterious smile before striding away, leaving me utterly confused.
It took me a long time to calm down. I gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, then sat blankly in the forest, waiting quietly for Weiwu to return. I did not know why I had stayed here; I only felt that Weiwu would come back and tell me everything about his meeting with Lan'er.
After returning from the Southern Ridge Region, Dian Feng planted the Demon Sunflower here, sealed its cultivation, and