On the Divine Capital's Changfeng Street, Zhu Minglang walked alone on this not-so-bustling road.
He turned his head and gazed at the Divine Temples' structures across who knows how many bustling cityscapes, at this distance they were only a sweep of bright lamp lights.
"Mo Ye, come back. For the sake of her being Mi Rong's teacher, leave her a pair of eyes that can still see the good, evil, ugliness, and beauty of this world," Zhu Minglang said to the dim night.
A fleeting, invisible red glimmer flashed and returned to Zhu Minglang's back, then slowly vanished at his back, as if hiding in some special space.
Zhu Minglang's divine sense had captured that pair of eyes that were spying on him.
It was not the Xuange God, for if it was her, a True God's divine aura wouldn't be so cautious.
Then, the only one in the whole Xuange Divine Country who possessed such heaven-defying divine skills to see him would be that Knowledge Saint Honor—she was also a Prophet.
