The caresses of the night breeze, originating from those massive black wings, dispersed all divinity and light, cut off all sights and senses, brought with it the purest gloom and power.
"The clear cry of the young Phoenix surpasses the old Phoenix…in the end, that is still a matter for the future." (TN: The first part of this sentence is a line from a poem by Li Shangyin. Its meaning is that the young will surpass the old.)
The Divine Empress gazed at Xu Yourong in her hand and expressionlessly noted.
Not a single person could enter this darkness unless she permitted it, like that patch of red.
Mo Yu lowered her head and kneeled outside the hall, not daring to glance inward.
"Send her back to Holy Maiden Peak. Once Chen Changsheng is confirmed dead, release her."
Hearing the Divine Empress's voice, Mo Yu finally dared to raise her head. She wanted to say something, but ultimately chose not to.
The bamboo carriage was prepared and the Black Goat strolled back from some place.
