A faint, cold fragrance stirs the breeze, a wisp of soul stirs the heart to weep.
In the small courtyard, it suddenly turned as silent as still water.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Xuanqing fell straight to the ground, his breath feeble, almost cutting off.
No one expected Wang Xuanqing, so imposing with Daoist Candle Illumination that even Xiong Ba almost fell, to be like a lost soul against this mysterious young man before them.
"He's gotten stronger again?" Xiong Qianqiu furrowed her brows slightly, unable to resist looking at Zhang Fan.
How long has it been since the Xiong Family Village incident? The Zhang Fan now seemed different again from that day.
She didn't even see clearly what had just happened, how Zhang Fan struck.
"Did you... did you injure his Primordial Spirit?"
Wang Xuanfei bent down to check, and couldn't help but turn pale, her pretty face instantly covered with a layer of frost.
