After finding out the location of Ma Chuxia's body, Huang Xiaolong hung up the phone. Despite the surge of anger in his heart, he had already foreseen this particular disaster for Ma Chuxia.
Furthermore, he was the person who was to resolve this disaster.
Having prepared himself mentally beforehand, Huang Xiaolong remained unruffled.
At this time, Xia Ying, Miao Erfang, and Zhou Mi were all by Huang Xiaolong's side.
"That... that goddess... is she... is she truly... truly gone?" Miao Erfang was frightened. "Master Long, you are indeed a wise predictor, with impeccable foresight."
"She is dead." Huang Xiaolong responded indifferently.
"Ah~~ such a beautiful lady, it's a pity she's dead." Zhou Mi expressed, her face full of regret.
"Haven't I said before? Even if a person is dead, I can still revive them." Huang Xiaolong smiled confidently. "Let's go. Hurry up."
Xia Ying also agreed. "Little Long, I'll go with you."
