Even though his body was trembling violently, his lips pale and quivering, and his nails digging into his flesh, he couldn't resist the immense fear spreading within him.
So much so that his knees, kneeling on the steps, were going weak, barely able to support his body.
Under the shocked and incredulous gaze of the crowd...
Mu Yunye prostrated himself, his chin striking the step heavily at Fang Geyu's feet with complete loss of dignity.
Then he slid down the steps inch by inch, powerless.
The golden intent in Fang Geyu's eyes faded away like mist.
Her gaze carried an innocent indifference, as she slowly squatted down with her hands supporting her chin.
A snow-white fox fur collar, snow-white pretty face, smiling.
"I just wanted Immortal Lord Mu to pick up a wine cup for me, why did he suddenly kneel?"
These past few years, Fang Geyu's growth cycle seemed extremely prolonged.
