Arao laughed until she almost fell over, her expression teasing and mocking.
Baili An stared blankly at Yun Rong's 'wanting to speak but hesitating' appearance, completely affirming the vague, absurd thought in his heart.
The way he looked at Yun Rong had changed utterly and profoundly.
His mind was in turmoil, his dark eyes were storms and hurricanes, extremely chaotic. He pressed his lips several times, wanting to speak, but for a moment, he didn't know where to begin.
After several rounds of quarreling and chaos, the giant blood vessels entangling the three of them gradually calmed down and became still.
"What great interest everyone has, having fallen to such a state, yet still having the mind to discuss such everyday matters, I truly admire you all."
A green leaf floated down the cliff, carried by the wind, never falling. A man wrapped in a snow-white thick fur cloak, with a wide hat brim hanging low, appeared to be weightless as he stood on the green leaf.
