Yun Rong slightly opened her eyes, beneath the hood, the darkness was a solid mass, as if there was a light at the bottom of her eyes, and it wasn't very bright, that was the light of caution and prudence just right.
"Not at all," she said, her voice very calm.
Yun Rong, whose nose was still bleeding, muttered softly, "Strange, did I know how to do embroidery?"
The sky above the distant mountains sank bit by bit.
It wasn't the gloominess of dark clouds bearing down on the city but rather the horizon sinking little by little under some terrifying destructive force.
While Baili An was on Sword Flight, he could clearly feel the weight from the sky above and the deep intent of yin energy invading his soul, giving him chills.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek.
A string of Blood Pearls formed in the wind.
His gaze shifted slightly, and he reached out to catch a thin bronze leaf.
