"Zhao Gongzi, how did you find out!"
Outside the main hall, Xiaoyu was puzzled, forgetting to break free from the big hand that messed up her flying immortal-like hair, "When Sister Xiu'er left, didn't I see you still sleeping?"
Zhao Rong lowered the hand that was rubbing his face and looked down at Xiaoyu, who was eager to learn.
It wasn't the purple-clothed Sword Spirit in Heart Lake who told him.
Zhao Rong actually... had already woken up a long time ago.
When the righteous heroine slew the Demon Dragon and soared into the sky with it, letting him slowly walk out from the Pure White Cold Palace.
This was also the reason why the Sword Spirit in Heart Lake teased him just now when Zhao Rong opened his eyes in the Great Hall.
At that moment.
Under the clear moonlight descending from the Nine Heavens Cold Palace, the entire hall's abundant Spiritual Energy stirred wildly, rushing towards him, who was gravely injured in the Dragon Coffin.
