"Your Majesty, pardon my lack of manners," said Ye Qingxuan.
In a haze, Mary's golden irises lit up dimly. She looked at the man who was close at hand and saw his face clearly, then a smile appeared on her pale face.
Smiling at Ye Qingxuan, she spread her arms, waiting for a hug and death.
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.
— The sleeping world · catastrophe resonation!
But this time, what unfolded was not the Wyrmrest enchantment.
He lifted his left hand and slided his finger over the illusion-like sword of moonlight. The incorporeal blade seemingly cut his finger, and the blood of Deva flowed out, washing away the non-existent dust on the blade.
Wherever the finger passed, the pure white sword of moonlight turned indigo inch by inch.
