Ice-blue snowy light suddenly blossomed, spreading over the entire ancient bone tower. A cool, clear halo flowed around it, illuminating the bedroom with crystalline radiance.
Just as Ling Luochеn gazed expectantly at the tower suspended in midair, her clear eyes wide open, a bitterly piercing, boundlessly frigid wind swept out of its entrance without warning!
The chilly night wind pierced the warmth, rushing into her face with the Wind Demon Tower's distinctive baleful yin-and-yang energies and frosty cold.
The sudden gust, cold enough to bite into bone, swept over the girl's delicate cheeks and thin clothing in an instant.
"Ah...!"
The sudden chill made Ling Luochеn give an instinctive little whimper. She unconsciously closed her clear eyes, her slender shoulders trembling as she curled inward.
The room's warm light scattered beneath the cold wind. Air churned through the bedroom, the tower blazed blue, and ripples spread through space in overlapping waves.
Those few breaths of surging wind and light passed in a flash.
Only after the cold wind had completely subsided and silence returned to the room did Ling Luochеn gently lift her long lashes and slowly open her eyes.
What she saw made her heart falter and her breath briefly catch.
Beside the previously empty edge of the bed, a tall, slender figure in black now stood silently.
Ink-black hair cascaded to his waist, falling over his cool, aloof shoulders. His sharply tailored black clothes accentuated his tall, untamed bearing, while an indolent, alluring air, neither wholly righteous nor wholly wicked, surrounded him.
His narrow, bewitching green eyes were deep and shimmering, carrying their usual lazy amusement as his gaze rested carelessly before him.
It was Feng Xuan, who had emerged from the Wind Demon Tower.
He held one hand out beneath the palm-sized ancient black bone tower, which