In Scorched Skies of the Four Extreme Continent, two figures lifted their gazes to observe the newly constructed screen. When the screen reflected the image of that dashingly radiant holy figure, they both exclaimed!
"How could it be him?!?!"
"What the...?!"
Ming Shufeng stared at the projected screen with eyes wide, mouth agape, and heart racing. She asked herself once more in a softer voice, "...How could it be him?" Her ocean-blue eyes contained a heavenly glow, fate energies effused without end. Within those eyes of hers were numerous fleeting and ghostly images, vague yet also clear.
The cloaked woman beside her went silent, a solemn air emitted from her body. "How did the Ascendant Emperor become a Holy Son? Has it changed so much already?" The 'it' she mentioned shook Ming Shufeng out of her bewilderment and search.
