Ling Qiong smiled at Gu Jin, exuding elegance and nobility, demonic yet enchanting, perfectly befitting the phrase "untouched by the mortal world."
The next second, he gently raised his hand, the sleeve of his red robe waved toward Gu Jin.
In the blink of an eye, Gu Jin vanished into the Space Stream Water.
At the moment she disappeared, Ling Qiong instantly moved to stand before An Mingji, whose eyes were tightly shut.
His foot lightly touched the surface of the stream, the Divine Soul untainted by a single drop.
Ling Qiong looked down at An Mingji, his exquisite demonic face expressionless, eyes calm and indifferent.
He slowly leaned forward, closer to An Mingji, extending a pale slender hand, gently pinching An Mingji's chin.
Then, he laughed aloud, his voice carrying an indescribable complexity: "Kid, you really are lucky."
Ling Qiong sighed, exerting more force on An Mingji's chin.
