But she asked nothing.
Not a single word.
Only kept wiping her knife.
Lu Jiuyuan fell silent too, no longer arguing with Chu Kuanglan.
Silently adjusting his breath, attending to the grim wound on his waist and abdomen, his gaze lowered, staring at the jagged edge of the blade, as if there were the most captivating patterns in the world on it.
Fang Qingyu lay on the ground.
Listening to Chu Kuanglan's boastful rhetoric, surviving disaster, listening to Lu Jiuyuan's agreement and banter, feeling Wei Banmeng's silent but tacit polishing.
His molten gold-like eyes gazed at the misty starry sky, his lips slowly curling into a released smile.
Fang Qingyu originally thought that revealing the Dragon Transformation, revealing Shun's Dragon Craft, revealing the Eternal Night Territory, revealing the Divine Judgment Celestial Attraction...
Revealing this power far beyond martial artists, even above the conventional understanding of divine cultists.
