Clang, clang—
Sizzle, sizzle—
"Li Chang Geng, if you've got the guts, give me a quick death!"
"Ah! Kill me! If you have the ability, kill me!"
"Are you even human? Are you still—ah!"
Screams.
Not screams heard by the ears, but ripples of divine sense perceived by the Primordial Spirit.
Yunxiao's thin eyelids trembled a few times before slowly opening. A trace of confusion flashed through her eyes, only to swiftly give way to clarity. She sat up alertly.
Where was this?
She was inside a magnificent palace hewn into a mountainside. Jagged, strange rocks filled her view, along with many rare precious materials. More remarkably, the spiritual energy here was abundant, while outside lay a dim, gray Chaos Aura.
Just as Yunxiao was about to circulate her immortal power, she caught that familiar aura. Her immortal senses also saw the figure on the steps outside the hall. Her taut mind swiftly relaxed.
Several scenes flashed through her heart, settling upon the image of Li Changshou blasting open the Kun Fish's back with his spear and leaping upward.
A gentle smile could not help appearing on Yunxiao's face. The lingering fatigue left her feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Suddenly sensing robes slipping from her upper body, Yunxiao looked down and saw one of Li Changshou's Daoist robes.
Looking at herself again, she found that she wore only an inner garment, while her bloodstained long dress had been folded beside the pillow.
For some reason, a faint blush passed over her pretty face.
Is this the shyness of Postnatal beings?
Thinking so, Yunxiao rose and draped the Daoist robe over herself. Her slender fingers swept from top to bottom across it, making it fit her figure perfectly.
This was the love of beauty inherent in living beings.
Everything was fine now.
Carrying