In the desert on the other side of the planet, day gave into night, and winds picked up. The seething heat of the desert faded, replaced by an inexplicable cold that froze Feng Meng's bones. He rested his back against a pillar constructed from earth by one of the Saint Realm experts. They were all gathered around in one large circle, a flame flickering at their centre.
Everyone's faces were draped in blue emotions, unaffected by the subtle warm heat exuded by the bright flame at their centre. Some of the Saints whispered amongst themselves, occasionally glancing at Feng Meng's lone figure.
Dong Meirong draped her hands through her hair, gathering it all behind her before tying a ribbon around it. Lust flashed in a few of the so-called Saints eyes for a moment, when her pale neck cae into few. Someone cleared his throat, disrupting everyone's wandering thoughts.
Feng Meng scoffed.
