The voice was very gentle, like a spring breeze softly brushing over the heart, causing a tremor.
It was as if lovers were whispering, tender and intertwining.
Just hearing the voice, Victoria felt as if she had fallen into some kind of illusion technique, her spirit becoming hazy.
The appearance of the voice caused Ye Wanlan and Yue Zheng to tremble as well.
In this world, only one person would call Yue Zheng "senior sister".
Beiming Cult Leader...
Xing Yun!
"Junior brother?!" Yue Zheng cried out, "weren't you..."
She abruptly stopped her words.
Because Yue Zheng realized Xing Yun's voice was resonating from inside her soul.
Her soul was vibrating, as if they had already become one.
"Senior sister isn't well, how can I be at ease?" Xing Yun smiled, "Only senior sister's safety matters most to me."
Ye Wanlan's expression changed: "Cult Leader?"
