"Pang Jian..."
Chen Lushi, with her stunning face, was smeared with lines of foul-smelling mucus, her expression one of utter distress.
She was also softly calling out, over and over again.
Standing tall among the nine glaciers, Pang Jian had above his head a heart-shaped, luminous divine object emitting a brilliant icy light.
At this moment, Pang Jian, like the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains, exuded an ancient aura as if coexisting with heaven and earth, almost rivaling the Alien Gods of the Forbidden Land of Thunder God from the Outer Realm.
She didn't know what exactly had happened.
But thinking of Fu Wangchen's effortless defeat, considering the embarrassing past they encountered after delving deeper into the lake, and now seeing Pang Jian's current demeanor and grace...
Regret began to burgeon in Chen Lushi's heart.
"I was wrong, it was all my fault from the beginning..."
Tears traced the corners of her eyes.
