Wen Zhixing's eyes gazed up at the sky dome, where the deep blue expanse was dotted with countless twinkling stars, their light flickering entrancingly, a sight so beautiful it elicited wonder.
He could now leisurely appreciate the scenery, no longer the furnace who was always compliant and submissive to everyone. He could do whatever he pleased here. Even Si Nanyan was willing to engage in essence absorption with him; what couldn't he do?
I wonder... how many people died in the Wonderous Palace this time, he mused.
All along the way, the strong stench of blood burrowed into Wen Zhixing's nostrils.
Wen Zhixing turned his head to survey the scene. Many places in the Wonderous Palace had been affected by the battle. Although the corpses had been dealt with, numerous exquisite buildings now lay in ruins. This could only be described as a devastating loss.
For Si Nanyan to provoke Liu Qingxuan like this... she's truly courting death, Wen Zhixing thought.
