The witch's skin was fair and translucent, her long hair cascading around her swan-like neck. Her oval face slightly lifted, and her big eyes sparkling, she looked in the direction of Shi Hao.
Her expression was serious, because her speculations were astonishing!
A drop of blood, on the desolate's body? Her heart pounded fiercely.
On the city wall, Shi Hao was in a very peculiar state. He was also looking at the desert, staring at the battlefield, but his eyes appeared somewhat hollow, as if he was absent-minded.
However, if one looked closely, his hollow gaze seemed profound, as if it could draw a person's soul inside.
Had his soul left his body? The witch was astonished. What kind of heart did this guy have to make his divine soul seemingly absent from his body, motionless under such circumstances!
Dreaming of the Immortal Ancient, wandering the vast void!
