This Fairy Immortal, how can she still be cursing people?
On the side of the small island, on the beach's rocks, Wu Wang sat cross-legged on a cushion, eyes closed, seemingly in meditation.
However, the shadow of his Divine Soul on the Spirit Platform was propping up his chin, swinging his feet, and continuously tossing and catching the Yan Emperor's token.
As thrilled as he was, he hadn't lost his rationality. Nor did he feel that the other party must respond to his feelings. He was more aware that his strong affection for women he could come into contact with was chiefly due to his strange illness.
He tried to analyze it, but it was ineffective.
Though reason kept reminding him that Jingwei was ill, and the passion he offered might end up like the bubbles in the sea waves—mere transient fireworks.
But...
"Perhaps this is what youth is, youth."
Wu Wang gazed at the tireless bird repeatedly engaged in the toil of filling the sea and sighed lightly.
What a sin.
