The golden venomous insect finally found a way out and flew from the wound on Wen Ya's left wrist. Before it could escape to safety, the bitter Profound Yin Cold Qi froze it solid. The deep blue light in Wen Ya's eyes was like a pair of icy arrows. Fixing her gaze on the golden insect, she suddenly struck out with her palm and smashed it to pieces.
As her internal power rose to its peak, her body grew increasingly translucent. Dozens of golden specks flickered around her heart, each roughly the size of a grain of rice. They were eggs the golden insect had left inside her before escaping her meridians.
An expression of utter terror appeared on Wen Ya's lovely face.
Hu Xiaotian spread his hands, palms facing the sky, his hair standing on end strand by strand. His tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, bloodred. The muscles of his face twitched incessantly, twisting his once-handsome features out of shape. His skin turned scarlet, his teeth chattered, and his chest swelled outward in rhythmic pulses. He felt like a ball on the verge of exploding.
Hu Xiaotian was burning hot, while Wen Ya was cold to the extreme.
Lin Wan slowly combed her long hair before a bronze mirror, gazing at her reflection in sorrow. She seemed to catch sight of a familiar face in the mirror, and an incredulous smile touched her lips. She abruptly turned around and indeed saw Ji Feihua standing in her shadow.
Crystal tears gleamed in Lin Wan's eyes. Her voice trembled with excitement. "I thought you would never be willing to come see me again."
Ji Feihua's expression, however, was as cold as frost. "Why did you interfere in the affairs of the Bright Moon Palace?" he asked indifferently.
His words wiped the