The Heavenly Stele shook, endless fog spread out, and people outside the Lost Paradise were completely unaware of what was happening inside.
"Yi ya yi ya..." The Snow-White Little Beast mumbled, spiritual fluctuations were showing its extreme unease, which appeared to be tinged with helpless sorrow.
"Keke, what's wrong?" Xiao Chen asked.
"Yi ya... want to cry... heartache..." The little beast itself didn't know why this was happening. It felt as though its heart was filled with sorrow, as if it had lost the people closest to it.
The Lost Paradise was unspeakably gorgeous, with the Divine Tree swaying and its jade-like branches and leaves shining brilliantly, laden with multicolored strange fruits. Its scent was intoxicating and refreshing. Had it been an ordinary day, even if the little beast was just a soul, it would probably have rushed over a while ago.
