Ye Qing Xian suddenly found the road ahead shrouded in a heavy fog, a sensation that crippled her vision and differed from what she had imagined.
In Liu Village, atop the mountains, countless willow branches swayed in the wind.
Looking at Ye Qing Xian, a pleasant expression surfaced on Jiang Hui's face.
It wasn't due to the woman's changing complexion.
Instead, he suddenly remembered something, how during An Lan's border attack, Ye Fan had used a drop of Ye Qing Xian's blood to materialize in the Mortal World and repel An Lan's invasion.
Jiang Hui was filled with anticipation, wondering what the omnipresent Ye Emperor was like, and how much he would have grown by then?
This was a curiosity born of the unknown, something no one could escape, like a child always fantasizing about when they would truly grow up.
