1864 God of Carnage

Xia Qingyuan raised her head to look at the outside of the palace. Streams of invisible energy were dashing against the seal she set up. She knew that Han Lin might have discovered something.

He wouldn't be so rude otherwise.

Xia Qingyuan turned around and stared at the silver-haired man who was sitting with his legs crossed. Surrounded by a bright light while cultivating, Ye Futian had returned to full health by now. Complemented by his white clothes and silver hair, his handsome and exquisite face seemed more mature and more charming.

He opened his eyes and shot a glance at Xia Qingyuan. "Open the seal."

According to the information that Xia Qingyuan and the Black Wind Condor had gathered outside of Senluo Manor, the chief of the Senluo Manor had achieved the Divine Wheel Seventh Order yet didn't have a perfect Divine Wheel. Although he sounded like a capable man, Ye Futian should be able to deal with him with no trouble.