Her deep blue hair slightly curled, and her eyes seemingly held a myriad of stars.
Amina had become even stronger.
She didn't have any particularly excited emotions, after all, over the past eighty years, she visited Wang Jixuan more than twenty times, but in the last decade, as the consciousness of the Three Realms Wanderer collapsed, she could no longer enter Cloud City.
"He has already disappeared?"
"Returned to the Stone of the Past."
Wang Jixuan spoke slowly:
"You've worked hard all these years."
"Hmm," Amina walked gracefully to Wang Jixuan.
She was clearly specially dressed today; her long dress accentuated her curves enchantingly without appearing seductive. Her makeup was just right without any gaudiness, and the faint fragrance she exuded seemed to stir people's hearts.
Amina walked to Wang Jixuan's side, perched half on the table, hugged her arms, and carefully observed Master Wang.
Master Wang leaned back, calmly meeting her gaze.
