"Humph..."
Piao Miaoxu stared at the Spirit beast shrouding the horizon.
The damn thing has come.
And...
On the body of the Spirit beast, there stood a carefree and elegant figure. It could only be that bastard Dongfang Mu, without a doubt.
Others might not see it, but she could make out that figure with just one glance; even looking up from the ground, one could only see a shadow...
From this shadow, Piao Miaoxu even discerned that this guy seemed to have recovered, his appearance reverting to that of a young man.
As expected, mere Life Span is nothing to this bastard... Piao Miaoxu inwardly snorted.
A thousand years ago, the heavens favored him, endowed with immense Qi Fortune. How could he die so easily?
Pretending to be Dongfang Mu was the right move after all, seizing the initiative. Otherwise, she would never know what dire situation she might find herself in...
But, do you really think I am alone? A hint of a cold smile appeared on Piao Miaoxu's face.
