Wei Xiaoxi was very confident. After all, the Spirit Palace was a major force, aloof from worldly affairs. If a war were to break out, it was uncertain who would live and who would die.
HMM! No big deal! She thought for a moment and gradually calmed down.
Seeing her mind was made up, Mo Lai said no more. He could only silently pray that the Divine Clan's Emperor Son was not too powerful.
A cool breeze blew, stirring the dust into a flurry. The November air was permeated with a chill, and a few withered leaves, from origins unknown, drifted by.
WHOOSH!
In the distant sky, a streak of golden light shot over, moving with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it arrived.
