The Saint Masters of the Celestial Talisman Sacred Land and the Sacred Land of Life appeared as a flash of white light and a streak of silver light.
They arrived together. Song Xianxian, the Saint Master of the Sacred Land of Life, was tall, with a delicately beautiful egg-shaped face and an aura of life that calmed the mind.
"Leave him, this man is tainted with misfortune." Song Xianxian looked coldly at Xia Feng, her words simple but startling.
The other woman had a doll-like face that seemed half-asleep, appearing to be around the same age as the Celestial Talisman Sacred Land's top-grade Saintess.
But those familiar with Zhao Xuehua, the Celestial Talisman Saint Master, wouldn't be deceived by her cherubic face; she was a five-thousand-year-old monster!
"Let's go home, let's go home, Little Shi. It's not fun outside!" Yawning, Zhao Xuehua rubbed her drowsy eyes and softly said.
