43 Sacred Beast Egg

Beiting Huang was dozing off in the central tent, nodding her head bit by bit. When Yan Ye came in, she suddenly woke up and jumped up from her seat. She leaped to the door in one step and looked Yan Ye up and down.

He had a face that was so devilish that it could shatter the heavens and the earth. His long white hair was scattered like snow. He was wearing a luxurious black robe, and the spider lilies woven with golden threads bloomed beautifully. He was not as disheveled as Beiting Huang had imagined. If not for his pale face, Beiting Huang would have thought that the full moon disaster that everyone in the Central Continent knew about was just a legend.

"I told you I'll be fine!" Yan Ye did not miss the worry in Beiting Huang's eyes. He thought to himself that this little thing still had some conscience.