When!
He stiffly turned his head, and there walked the woman in the green Daoist robe, moving with elegant grace, her face fair and beautiful like the crescent moon above or a piece of jade in the lake.
"Why has your smile faded?"
The woman's gaze settled on the stiff Black Hand Divine Eagle, with a faint smile, she softly questioned:
"What? Don't you believe in fate?"
Feeling the omnipresent Immortal Qi around him, as well as the vines that he didn't know when had wrapped around his wings, sweat dripped down.
It was over.
The Divine Eagle felt sweat soak his back, every nerve was frantically screaming, reminding him that even if he resorted to the Intruding Destiny Line, he could not overcome the Taoist before him.
Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhengyi Dao, direct disciple of the Old Celestial Master.
Zhuge Qing.
How did she appear here?
Wasn't she lured away to rescue Hei Mao (Black Cat)?!
"Xu Teda still does not wish to take flight."
