Chen Xuan's figure appeared in midair.
In everyone's eyes, there was a gentle and pure white light surrounding him.
"Why do I feel a bit dirty!"
Ye Jinhong couldn't help but speak, even slightly stunned!
Looking at Chen Xuan, he felt himself filthy, "This is too outrageous?!"
"Seems like it!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhuyuan's eyes.
"Seems like what?"
Xiaoqi looked at her and asked.
"The feeling my father gives is similar to that of my master!"
Zhuyuan began to explain.
In her mind, she recalled a scene where the Hall Master was bathing in the stars. She was just a little girl then and thought it was so beautiful; now she understood.
It's not just beautiful, but pure, supreme! It made her feel awe!
Now Chen Xuan gave her the same feeling.
But Zhurong, at this moment, was filled with shock and confusion.
As a descendant of the Ancestral Witch, he saw something different.
