Of course, it was useless to Su Yu.
His current soul contained a trace of a ten thousand saints soul. This rune was far from enough to enslave him.
With this thought in mind, Su Yu casually grabbed the rune on his neck. He wanted to casually tear it off and quickly leave them.
However, Su Yu suddenly noticed a familiar figure behind the crowd.
Her body trembled and she froze on the spot, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Behind the crowd, the people nearby were discussing noisily. However, only a young lady with an elegant and graceful figure in a black gauze dress was sitting on a Stone Mountain quietly reading a book.
Her expression was serene, as if she was isolated from the noisy world.
Her breathtakingly beautiful facial features were like night pearls in the dark altar environment, releasing a fatal attraction.
In Su Yu’s entire life, he had only seen one person with such a devastatingly beautiful face.
That was Xia Jingyu.
