In the Fantasy Divine Hall, a huge bronze mirror slowly appeared in front of everyone.
Everyone present saw the scene clearly.
In the dark and cramped cage, a figure sat alone.
The surroundings were dim. Even if one only looked at it like this, it wasn't difficult to imagine how gloomy and cold that place was.
However, Chu Liuyue couldn't care less. She opened her eyes and stared at the figure in the mirror without blinking.
That person was wearing a dark-purple brocade and sat quietly. Even such an inhuman environment didn't hide the noble and disdainful aura on his body.
He lowered his head slightly, his entire body emitting coldness.
But the moment she saw him, Chu Liuyue's eyes instantly heated up. Something seemed to surge into her heart at this moment and hit her heart ruthlessly.
She bit her lip tightly, her knuckles turning green and white. It took her a lot of effort to restrain the sound that was about to rush out.
