"Yun Xiao?"
Looking at the familiar silhouette of the stunning woman, Ye Yun's heart trembled, and his eyes grew moist.
After Little Seven disappeared, how did Yun Xiao's Primordial Spirit appear?
"Brother Yun, am I dreaming? Are we... meeting in Hell?"
Yun Xiao gazed at the familiar man before her, her eyes brimming with tears of joy.
"All of you, leave now."
With a wave of Ye Yun's hand, everyone in the carriage vanished, leaving only him and Yun Xiao.
He took a step forward.
Ye Yun approached the silhouette of Yun Xiao.
He reached out, gently touching the ethereal, beautiful face.
"Yun Xiao, you're not dreaming. A hundred thousand years later, we have truly met!"
Ye Yun smiled, though his eyes held glistening tears.
Now, he felt a sense of clarity.
Little Seven had vanished.
The real Yun Xiao suddenly appeared, and the cause of this must be the mysterious Self-made Dragon Art.
The Self-made Dragon Art was taught to Yun Xiao by that Black Dragon years ago.
