At dawn, just as the first ray of sunshine shot out from the east, the remote mountains were still shrouded in endless morning fog. The fog was thick and dense, and it covered the mountains, lakes and trees, blurring everything. The fog lingered without dispersing, causing the remote mountain's weather to become especially cold.
Shrouded in the morning fog, inside a modest-sized room in the Desolate race's palace.
Jiang Xiaorou was sitting in front of a bronze mirror. She was dressed in a thick red long robe, and she was slowly combing her hair.
The mirror reflected her beautiful face, and the bit of cinnabar in the middle of her eyebrows was beautiful, but it brought with it a tinge of sadness.
As Jiang Xiaorou looked at the mirror, her eyes were still the replaying scenes inside the meeting hall yesterday. The Human race's geniuses looked at her with hatred, while the Sanctuary Island couple gave her a look of pity…
