Dusk.
The sunset glow beneath the setting sun was especially beautiful. Gazing at the skyscape painted by the flames, Hua Menghuang's beautiful eyes rippled.
Standing alone at the peak of the mountain, she herself was like a stunning painting, captivating all who looked upon her.
Sword Body Hong Yuan looked at Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, whose hands were intertwined, and asked softly, "Limin, what's happened?"
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint possessed a beauty capable of overthrowing cities. Her complexion was whiter than snow, her eyes like stars, and her skin like frost. Yet, at this moment, she bore a look of worry. She glanced at Hua Menghuang and shook her head slightly. "Let's talk when we get back."
Seeing this, Hong Yuan had a vague guess.
It was related to Hua Menghuang, and to him!
Hong Yuan did not press further. Nodding slightly, he stretched out his arm and grasped Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's slender jade hand, their fingers tightly interlocked.
