Scorching hot!
The gentle moonlight sprinkled down, turning the clothes into flying ashes.
However, no disaster struck, and no other dangerous things happened. It was obvious that the green moon was very peaceful, with no terrifying aura emanating.
Yue Chan's slender body was as white and translucent as ivory, her black hair fluttering, covering half of her flawless face; she stood on the rubble, her skin fair and luminous, shimmering with a soft glow.
On the opposite, Shi Hao was also without any intact clothing, his garments burned by the Ancient Fire, revealing his robust physique that radiated a treasure-like sparkle, his black hair scattered, his gaze brilliant as the Star River.
On top of the ruins of the Ancient Immortal, the two stood facing each other, not far apart, able to see everything about one another—the suddenness of this event was overwhelming!
