"Step away from my friend," was what Xuan said to Chen Fang.
Han Bai was his De Bruney; if he hadn't deceived them into that tomb, Xuan wouldn't be holding this much power he felt right now.
While Xue Ming was still inside the tomb sleeping, she had done well. "Damn," Han coughed out, clearly feeling the spiritual energy coming from Xuan.
Right now, it seemed to be Divine Combustion stage three, but no—for Han Bai, who could tell the difference—this was the final stage of Divine Combustion.
"Wait a minute, you—" Chen Fang had trouble saying what he wanted. "How did you? Did you cultivate with Xue Ming? The emperor's daughter?"
As they were busy staring at each other, a man adorned in a white robe began floating down the tomb through the hole that led here.
His long white hair stretched down the back of his robe, and there were three pieces of white crystal circling on top of his head.
