True saints can turn their hand to clouds, and walk with rain at their back, scheming for ten thousand years with their life as bait, ruthless and decisive.
False saints lead a wretched existence, scrambling to survive, when faced with a problem, they feign ignorance, not knowing more than a Soul Condensation expert.
Looking at the lady with the aqua blue garment and long hair fluttering in the wind and snow before him, Xu Yuan suddenly felt that Old Man Luo was somewhat embarrassing.
After these words, Luo Xiran stared at him for a moment before turning her gaze downward.
No sooner had he looked back than he saw a graceful figure already flying from the ground into the mid-air.
The red robe fluttered in the wind among the flying snowflakes, outlining a slender yet enchanting waistline under the howling winds.
Well, it's wrapped up again.
Li Qingyan gave the woman in the blue dress, who had exactly the same face as the strange ghost initially did, a nod and said,
