The blanket slipped off, revealing little Wei'Er's snow-white waist, plump hips, long legs, and small feet.
Little Wei'Er let out a startled cry, hurriedly grabbing the edge of the blanket. When she looked up again, Song Yan had already gone far away.
Song Yan hurried to a cultivation chamber on the cliff, beginning to use his divine sense to recall the scene from that day...
The suddenly bustling market, the abrupt appearance of the World-Devouring Beast, the ghastly white ghostly hand extending from the ground, whirling in the eerie wind, and the stone plate that flashed by in an instant. The stone plate bore the engraving: The Ghost Gate opens, do not disbelieve. The door seam splits, glimpsing the Netherworld. The white bone hand, delights in human lives. Before the hand arrives, the soul congeals first.
Various scenes emerged, and he extracted them, preparing to put them on paper.
