The lights and shadows started fading gradually, until they had completely disappeared, signaling that the sealed memory had returned to Xuanyuan Wanrong's mind.
Her entire face had been drained of blood. It was scarily pale. Her hands were trembling, as she stood, stunned and glued to a spot.
"D*mn, those revolting beasts!" Duan Qide had gotten extremely furious at what the people from the Heaven Palace Sect had done, and he'd started to clamor for revenge. "I will raid their treasure trove as a punishment."
"Count me in," Buttface shouted immediately.
"Go away, I'm not counting you in." Duan Qide glared at Buttface.
"Sh*t, why won't you let me accompany you?" Buttface answered stubbornly.
The man and the Kylin stared at one another. Neither of them was going to back down.
Xu Que didn't care enough to join in, and his gaze fell on Xuanyuan Wanrong. He really studied her.
