Sheng Tianze looked over at Jiang Xinli, his golden eyes filled with inquiry. "Lili, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just feel like that place will be more dangerous," Jiang Xinli said, her brow knitting together.
When she saw the words "Mist Canyon," a bloody scene had suddenly flashed before her eyes:
Boulders tumbled down, and a young woman collapsed in a pool of blood...
The image froze on a figure in snow-white robes descending from the sky. He had a handsome, well-built frame and long, flowing hair.
The silhouette looked a bit like Bai Yao.
'Could the Bai Yao Star Master be on Mist Star, too?'
Sheng Tianze's gaze sharpened. "Lili, what's on your mind?"
"It's nothing. I just have a feeling the Mist Canyon will be more dangerous," Jiang Xinli answered vaguely. Her fingers, wrapped around Xuan Ying's neck, tightened unconsciously, her nails digging into the back of his neck and leaving several red marks.
