When the mist dissipated, Fuyao's eyes were tightly locked on the white figure in the sky. When she finally saw it clearly, her heart trembled. "It's him… Just now, he saved me…" Fuyao muttered to herself as she looked at the figure in the sky with a complicated gaze. She was still in a state of shock.
She had just walked through the gates of hell. If it were an ordinary person, they would have long collapsed to the ground in fear. Fuyao was the saintess so her mentality was not bad. After a while, she finally recovered.
"Yao'er, are you alright?" Han Shengyi blocked the bolt of lightning and rushed over crazily. He finally heaved a sigh of relief after discovering that Fuyao was safe and sound.
"Uncle Han, I'm fine. He saved me…" Fuyao pointed at the figure in the sky and said with a complicated expression.
Han Shengyi looked in the direction she pointed and saw a figure standing in the air with his back facing them.
