The thick fog obscuring the view dissipated faster and faster.
Guihua was startled, her legs tensed slightly. If she was seen by everyone while riding on this human, the image she had maintained for years would be ruined!
She quickly stood up, smoothing the wrinkles in her rumpled skirt quietly, restoring her grace and divinity. Xia Feng, murmuring incantations with tightly closed eyes, floated up out of nowhere and sat back in his wheelchair.
The thick fog completely dispersed.
Cried out a voice from the ground, "Mother!"
Whoosh—
Blazing gold holy flames swirled, like a phoenix's nirvana, soaring into the sky. As the divine flames spread across the heavens like brilliant dawn, the figure of the woman in the phoenix dress gathered at the center of the sun, her half-fox mask gazing down.
