The winds of winter were continuously blowing at the high altitudes of the city. A small lady was sitting on the highest platform of JT, her hair and her palace dress underneath her plate armor flaying wildly in the air. She was holding onto her phone and glaring at the screen. Her blood-red lips were curled in a twitching smile while a drop of blood escaped from the corner.
Liu Xia was still looking for the source of the pill when she received the message. All the immortals that descended to the mortal realm were mandated to have this messaging app and a phone. It served as their messaging tokens in this era. However, she was just getting used to it. Liu Xia had never tainted herself by descending for more than hundreds of thousands of years. They expected her to adapt so fast?
