The sea of blood in the sky finally rolled back, the Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace disappeared, and the horizon cleared.
The golden flames merged into the ink robe.
The scorching temperature around them slowly returned to normal.
Liu Qianyun quietly tucked the envelope into her sleeve. She had a vague premonition that when her father issued this decree, he probably intended it for handling minor troubles among the stewards.
But looking at Shen Yi's performance now.
It's very likely that this decree will end up in the hands of another White Jade Capital powerhouse.
She was beginning to lose her understanding.
Every time they parted and she met Shen Yi again, it was as if she was encountering a different cultivator.
The watershed between the early and middle stages seemed like a joke in front of him.
The scariest part was that after careful deduction, it actually seemed quite reasonable that he would win.
