The wind of the Wanggu Continent carried a familiar humidity, evoking memories of the past.
That was from the vast Endless Sea and also the anomalous substances in this world.
It was completely different from the Fifth Star Ring.
After sensing all of this, Xu Qing opened his mouth but he was unable to say anything.
The surrounding world was a little blurry in his eyes. Perhaps the anomalous substances had distorted the space, or perhaps the gods of Wanggu had influenced everything.
Only… the old woman before him, clad in a black robe and weathered by time, stood out vividly in Xu Qing's eyes.
Each wrinkle on her face was like a canyon carved by the years, etched with storms and perhaps intertwined with the threads of fate.
Xu Qing naturally still remembered the little butterfly back then.
