"Pfft, cough, cough!"
Beiting Huang raised her feet and was about to jump into the air. She was not able to swallow her saliva in time. She choked on her saliva and lost her balance, falling from the sky.
Immediately, several figures pounced on Beiting Huang. In the end, a gentle force held her up and pulled her into his arms. Before she could see who it was, Beiting Huang looked up at the sky.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on that figure. They only saw him appear from the darkness. Apart from the nine-colored light glowing from his body, he was wearing a purple robe. Even in the night wind, the robe was still. Only the golden Red Spider Lily on the robe was not affected by the nine-colored light. It slowly exuded a golden light, as if it was alive and reacting to his every move.
