"The wicked woman is here!"
Xiao Zi climbed onto Fang Wang's shoulder and muttered, looking in the direction of its serpentine eyes, only to see Zhou Xue leading a group of Jin Xiao Sect Cultivators flying towards them.
Zhou Xue had changed into red clothing, with a red base and black patterns, resembling some kind of divine bird that perched on her robe, exquisite and magnificent, lifelike, her wide sleeves catching the wind, her demeanor extraordinary.
Dugu Wenhun's gaze fell on Zhou Xue, his brows tightly knit, revealing a hint of wariness in his eyes.
Zhou Xue flew up to Fang Wang and landed in front of him, with a group of Jin Xiao Sect Cultivators following suit. Their gazes were all fixated on Fang Wang, their eyes burning with fervor.
Tian Dao Fang Wang!
They secretly marveled, this presence matched what they had imagined.