Da ~
The clear spiritual liquid fell from the stalactite and landed in the small pond.
At the edge of the five continents, deep in the ground, in a cave that emitted colorful light, Jin Chanzi was sitting cross-legged beside the spiritual pool. His face was pale, and his long robe was stained with blood. His entire body was tense, and he would shiver from time to time. The smile on his lips was a little forced…
Was he afraid?
What a joke. The grand Primordial Beast, the Six-Winged Golden Cicada, was only subdued by the Western Sect because the Saint personally captured it!
How could that be called being afraid?
He was just… scared.
The fear came from his instincts and the blurry figure beside Jin Chanzi.
Beside Jin Chanzi, the woman in the sanguine dress swayed her lotus steps. Her enchanting figure seemed to have condensed into a fog. She touched Jin Chanzi's forehead gently with her slender finger and slowly drew it across.
