In a stone house filled with talismans, Zheng Gongxuan and Duanyang Ying sat shoulder to shoulder. Although their expressions were calm, their eyes were filled with worry.
Zheng Gongxuan's hair had aged significantly compared to when he was in the Sunrise Region, especially the wrinkles on his face which made him resemble an elderly man approaching the end of his days.
As for Duanyang Ying, while still maintaining the appearance from her younger days, every movement she made seemed laborious.
The two did not speak, yet occasional exchanges of glances between them made their thoughts clear to each other.
"Hahaha, what are you two thinking?" A man in a white robe, ghostly like an apparition, appeared strangely in the stone chamber with a voice tinged with coldness.
The arrival of this man did not surprise Duanyang Ying and Zheng Gongxuan. They had seen him too many times, and to his threats, they had learned to turn a deaf ear.
"Come on!" Zheng Gongxuan said indifferently!
