In the midst of the storm, Su Heng took steps forward, his body's black and red hue terrifying, like armor, his muscles were rapidly retracted into his body. Accompanied by a rustling sound, he once again activated the ability of Bodhisattva's Cut Hair. Numerous black, fine threads intertwined, forming a simple long robe on Su Heng.
"Brother Su Heng," Qin Shunying's gaze trembled slightly, her face filled with an incredulous glow.
"How come you are here?" Qin Shunying asked in astonishment.
"I have the same question for you," replied Su Heng, his expression gentle, but he also felt quite surprised to encounter an old friend here.
"That's a long story..." Qin Shunying descended from the sky, offering a smile. She was about to start explaining when a wave of intense weakness and pain spread throughout her body from her belly. Qin Shunying turned pale, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.
