Huo Ling'er!
More than ten thousand years have passed, meeting under such circumstances, time has not left marks on her delicate face, she remains beautiful, even more strikingly cold.
Is this still the Huo Ling'er he knew? Her temperament is completely different now.
In past years, within the Fire Mulberry Forest, she was beautiful and quiet, her eyes as gentle as water, returning each day with mulberries, living a life isolated from the world, almost transcendent.
But now, a streak of black magic pattern on her fair forehead, exuding an eerie allure, her gaze is piercing, she is aloof, carrying a kind of arrogance and dominance that looks down upon the world.
She rides on the back of the Divine Wolf, as if a Heavenly Maiden has descended, but carries a demonic aura, overlooking the human world, coldly beautiful, proud, with a powerful aura suffocating many.
"Are you... still you?" Shi Hao's voice was hoarse.
