Three Wishes

With just one glance, Jian Wushuang realized that Feng Qi's current situation was far more serious than he had imagined.

Her shattered divine soul was like wisps of smoke and clouds, dissipating without stopping. She could no longer hold it together.

If she did not belong to the Phoenix clan, one of the three ancient clans, that Void God's attack would have been enough to kill her.

Perhaps sensing the intrusion of an external force, a bare-chested handsome young man stood up. When he was about to get angry and attack, he saw that it was Jian Wushuang, and the anger in his eyes turned into sadness.

"How's the situation? Do you need me to do anything?" Jian Wushuang walked up quickly and asked.

The handsome young man wanted to say something, but he hesitated. In the end, he said, "I'm afraid that it will be very difficult for the Matriarch to get through this."