The Heavenly Star Stele was such a mysterious entity.
It wasn't until Yang Zhen entered the Heavenly Star Stele that he and his snide cat realized they had underestimated it.
This wasn't just a monument, it was a whole other world.
Yang Zhen curiously eyed his boundlessly gray surroundings, giving a sideways glance to the Third Saintess.
The Third Saintess was acting strangely today, donning a fiery red dress, looking as if she was about to set the world ablaze. Those who didn't know would think that she wasn't here to discern the Heavenly Star Stele, but rather to conduct a skyward ceremony.
"Why … are you looking at me like that?" The Third Saintess asked Yang Zhen tentatively.
Yang Zhen chuckled, responding, "I find it unfair."
The Third Saintess, taken aback, inquired intriguingly, "Why so?"
