She gave him a gentle smile, releasing his hand.
The young boy leaped joyfully onto the soft, damp snowflakes, embracing the woman, whose cool plum blossom aura was comforting.
The woman raised her hand and pinned a radiant cold plum behind his ear, her laughter as clear and refreshing as spring water.
"What's wrong with you?"
Fang Geyu's voice shattered Baili An's long-entrenched memories, waking him as if from a deep dream, filled with trepidation.
With a hand supporting his aching forehead, Baili An's eyes were like a storm, feeling a chill down his spine, his fingers stiff.
To summon the True Ancestor Evil God, only by witnessing Jiyuan's true form descending could Baili An tangibly feel its terrifying existence.
Baili An couldn't determine whether the scenes in his mind were illusions crafted by Jiyuan's power or past events that truly took place.
Yet, the likelihood of the latter seemed greater.
