Capital, inside the underground palace altar.
Originally in deep meditation and cultivation, Ye Zhuchan abruptly opened her beautiful eyes, a giant golden spinning wheel phantom above her head shattered into streams of light and dissipated.
"What's wrong? Did your Brother Jiang get into trouble again?"
In the corner nearby, the Nine-tailed Demon Fox lounged lazily, her nine beautiful tails swaying silently like spirited silk.
Ye Zhuchan stood up, her brows furrowing into a "川".
"Something's wrong, the fifth level of the Water Moon Dream Mirror has been passed, but Brother Jiang seems... seems to have died?"
"Died?"
The Nine-tailed Demon Fox widened her enchanting eyes.
She couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"I say, are you bewitched? How could someone with such profound fortune like him die? If you're truly worried about your Brother Jiang, why don't you just stay by his side."
