"Let me try again. Sometimes, fate requires some insistence!" Song Shuhang could not help but say aloud.
But when he opened his eyes, he discovered that he had returned to the space filled with crystal clusters.
Sixteen, who currently looked like White Dragon, was lying beside him. She looked at him curiously and asked, "What are you talking about?"
The black-skinned Soft Feather was studying the shining crystals at the moment.
As for Pavilion Master Chu's strand of hair, it was still swaying in the wind. "What happened that made you insist on forcing fate?"
Sister White Dragon poked her head out and asked, "Did you meet a beautiful fairy maiden?"
If it really was a beautiful fairy, just how beautiful was she to make Song Shuhang talk about forcing fate?
After all, the fairies hanging around Song Shuhang were already very pretty.
Unless Song Shuhang was blind, that fairy must've been a peerless beauty.
