Khang sneered, a hint of ferocity appearing in his eyes.
In an instant, Lac Nguyet transformed into an illusory shadow and hid within Khang's sea of consciousness.
He stepped out of the Ten Slayers Tower, passed through the faint, azure nebulae, and gazed into the distance at some unknown void.
The ferocity in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a tenderness that others had never seen.
He murmured softly:
"Phu Dung."
…
Three Thousand Realms, Van Phuong Domain.
Van Thuong stepped out of the magic array, which had stopped operating.
His snow-white hair was slightly messy from the exertion of opening the array just now, and the cinnabar mark between his brows glowed with a purple hue.
Van Linh hurriedly handed over a cup of Phuong Thien Nhat Sac tea, following Van Thuong out.
Van Thuong leaned back on the bed, casually placing the teacup on the wooden table beside him, and said with interest:
"Van Linh, what do you think of the Little Sacred Master now?"
