What kind of person is Lu Yuzhen after all?
Dao Jiu stared at the white-haired Taoist in front of him. He felt both fear and reverence.
As an artifact spirit who had lived for a thousand years,
Lu Yuzhen's words were not completely persuasive to Dao Jiu.
What truly stirred his heart, making him want to act rashly, was the golden drop squeezed out by the white-haired Taoist.
Dao Jiu subconsciously licked his lips.
If possible,
he too wanted a share, even if that droplet had already diffused into mist, even if he could only catch its scent...
However, the uneasy thoughts that rippled through his Heart Lake kept Dao Jiu calm throughout.
He watched the Taoist who had taken two steps back, his expression somewhat puzzled.
What does it mean by it's almost over outside?
Why is there not much time left for me?
...
...
Xie Xuanyi stood in the darkness.
He felt the familiar "dead silence" once again.
For some reason,
