Night, Jiang Ran stood elegantly in a green robe, wide sleeves fluttering, as strands of light in red, orange, and purple intertwined and spread from her body, nearly scorching the pitch-black sky with winding cracks.
Qin Ming was running quickly, nearing that territory.
"Someone behind is watching me!" Suddenly, he felt a shiver of dread, as if eroded by the Power of Taiyin, with a colossal entity locking onto him.
Qin Ming did not look back, but his powerful perception sketched the scene behind him, where a woman rose into the air, quietly gazing in this direction.
"Could it really be Chang'e?" He felt a sense of warning, merely being watched by the woman in the night sky, causing his Spiritual Field to violently tremble.
"Manifest my shadow, confine this place, treat it as a tool, whose method is this?" Over the collapsed Guanghan Palace, the woman suddenly reached out a plain white hand, grasping towards the front.
