Beneath the starry skirt was a bosom as tender as the ridgelines of springtime mountains.
Xia Feng felt as if he had fallen into the night sky full of stars, but he had no mood to savor this now, his thoughts in disarray and his nerves tense as he turned his head to look back.
He saw from afar down beneath the Divine Rank, the space that had just returned to its original state fracturing once again like a shattered mirror, with dark fissures silently spreading.
Strange streams of light, like flowing silk, spilled out, attempting to sketch the shapes of two human figures.
"Hum—" The space vibrated, and the vague human shapes dissolved once more!
Xia Feng glanced again at the synchronous information of the Evil Demon Heart, which held no record of Miss Mu and Gong Changyi's cooperation.
