Just the powerful aura emanating from their bodies was enough to suppress his own—how formidable must their cultivation be?
But Ning Cheng quickly noticed something different; the man and woman appeared somewhat ethereal, even less corporeal than An Yi's statue.
At that moment, Ning Cheng suddenly caught a whiff of an incredibly mystical trajectory. He immediately fell into this profound trajectory, and soon, an exceedingly mournful aura merged with his consciousness.
He seemed to see petal after petal falling, the Blood River before his eyes, the oppressive aura—all under the overwhelming sorrow of the falling petals, which intensified Ning Cheng's sadness. He even started to count the petals, one by one...
