Chen Muxue suddenly felt that the scene before her was somewhat unrealistic. She watched the young man with a ferocious face pounce toward her, yet felt no inner disturbance, not even bothering to move an inch.
It seemed as if a barrier gradually enveloped the area, and the young man was scanned away by something, linearly disappearing from Chen Muxue's view.
His palm wind had just grazed past Chen Muxue's ear.
Hold on, this person is gone, yet why is Chen Muxue still a cat?
"So that's how it is..."
Following the voice, she saw the now grown-up An Xiao dressed in a faded, rustic attire. Her heavily made-up face bore a tear stain that was exceptionally striking, and the shimmering figure indicated to Chen Muxue that this was not real.
An Xiao looked up at the Divine Statue, which held a light shadow of a goddess that once resembled a doctor. As the light shadow faded, the piety on her face flashed briefly, leaving only a sigh.
