Ding~
The black feather that fluttered to the ground was like a drop of water, causing ripples upon ripples. In an instant, the world lost its color.
It was as if a pair of pitch-black wings covered the sky, plunging the whole Ghost City into an eternal night darker than the darkest night.
In the soundless silence, there was a mysterious and majestic purple aura swirling around.
"You... no, you..."
Emperor Long Bingquan's face turned pale with shock. He swiftly turned his head, the words he wanted to utter stuck in his throat, turning into disbelief: "You, you, you, you are..."
Pei Wanyu didn't even glance at him, simply gesturing for silence. Feeling the overwhelming pressure from all directions, Bingquan closed his mouth, his eyes filled with suspicion and curiosity.
Lu Jin'an, who had just pierced Fu Lin's heart with a sword, turned his head to glance at his master who had appeared here. Seeing the alluring smile his master showed him, ripples stirred in his heart.
