Watching them speak with Shen Hanyue, smiles flourishing like flowers, I recall them with faces pale as they fall into the white clouds, then plummet to the ground, shattered into pieces.
He shook his head in silence.
Such is the impermanence of fate, changes between one moment and the next are so unpredictable.
"Husband?"
"If we can stay away from the white clouds and deny them footing, the array may not be set."
Chu Zhiyuan said.
In the eyes of ordinary people, white clouds are mere mist, an illusion.
To the Venerables, however, they are a force to be harnessed.
The mental methods of Li Huo Palace are peculiar, especially adept at utilizing the force of water.
Water repels fire, and it is through this repulsion that they form an array in the air, activating their Spiritual Artifact.
Xiao Ruoling said: "Husband, the position of Profound Yin Palace is not chosen at random."
Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly.
