A bluish-green incense burner was etched with dragons and phoenixes.
Lu Sheng toyed with a Dark Red Round Stone in his hand, his gaze resting on Crimson, who sat upright before him.
"Speak. Where is Wang Jing?"
Crimson's expression turned slightly solemn. Though the man before her was not the God of Destruction, he was already the most powerful being in the world today. Even though, as a God of Destruction, she could not be killed.
No one liked being killed for no reason.
What was more, she did not even know whether the man before her had inherited the power of the God of Destruction as well.
"I came here to tell you this. Do you know why Wang Jing still hasn't appeared?" A trace of inexplicable complexity showed in her expression.
"Go on." Lu Sheng knew that if she had nothing to say, she would never have come running to him to get herself beaten up.
Crimson recalled that final scene. She and Platinum had watched Wang Jing leap forward. Though several days had already passed, the scene still flickered incessantly through her mind.
"If there truly is only one beam of light in this world that shines upon me." Wang Jing stood before a gray-black, incomparably deep, eye-shaped abyss. The gale whipped her clothes and skirts wildly backward.
"Then I'll give everything I have to seize it in my hands!"
"You'll perish completely if you do this. Aren't you afraid?" Platinum had also put away her usual masked smile, staring at her with a grave expression.
"I won't die." Without looking back, Wang Jing stepped forward and leaped.
"Fate can only be held in my own hands!!"
In an instant, a point of dark red suddenly lit up at the bottom of the gray abyss.
Screech!!
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