His words this time managed to make Jian Yixue's face turn red, she looked at Qin Yuan with eyes as if in protest.
At this point, there was really no difference between them anymore. They looked like lovers of the same age.
Although embarrassed, Jian Yixue still pulled Qin Yuan's hand as she took a step.
With a single step, they appeared in the center of a large and magnificent city.
The city was not surrounded by walls, but giant swords that formed a circle.
Each sword had a formation that could cut off the head of anyone who tried to infiltrate the city.
Right in front of them, there was a giant gate that gave the impression of a door to another world.
Although the gate was open, not everyone could enter. And there were more statues of Jian Yixue around the gate.
When staring at the gate, Jian Yixue's always calm eyes trembled.
"It seems like you lived here for a long time in the past," Qin Yuan said.
