Di Cang tightly protected Bai Yan in his embrace. His purple long robe fluttered in the wind and his long silver hair was like a wild charm. He was peerless in his magnificence and beautiful beyond words.
Smoke and dust rose.
The smoke and dust could not hide the man's stunning beauty.
Even his solemn appearance was so monstrous that he could easily tug at the heartstrings of others.
The sky that had just been covered by the setting sun instantly darkened. Lightning flashed in the sky like the scythe of the death god that was harvesting lives, sinister and terrifying.
……
In the floating city.
A loud cry suddenly rang out, shaking the entire city.
bai ziyin looked at the bawling little girl helplessly, not knowing where to put his hands.
"Little Ling 'er, don't cry. I don't know what to do when you cry."
