"Because the Master wants..."
Ye Ni was about to say something when her blood-shot beautiful eyes began to bloom into an eerie Mandala Flower.
An intense scent of Lan She filled the air.
Finally, it had arrived.
Gu Jianlin's gaze turned indifferent as he mercilessly tossed the woman against the wall.
A bizarre scene unfolded as Ye Ni, who appeared to fall helplessly, suddenly floated in mid-air. A thick mist of blood enveloped her voluptuous body, vaguely reflecting the graceful silhouette of another.
In an instant, this Divine Servant seemed to be replaced by another. In the darkness, eyes captivating with golden Mandala spun open, cascading black hair fell like a waterfall. The surging blood mist gathered into a dark red dress, with an aroma of Lan She enough to intoxicate any man in the world.
Gu Jianlin silently gazed at this woman, feeling Jiuyin slightly tremble in his hand.
Indeed, she was here too.
Since their parting in the Divine Ruins, they hadn't met for months.
