It was silent in the forest. Countless gazes landed on Zhexiu’s body, and they all varied from one another. Zhu Luo squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to want to say something. Mei Lisha was not there at all, but where the green mountain had disappeared. He looked at the Garden of Zhou that had already disappeared, and his old face revealed an indescribable expression.
“So it’s like that.” The Mount Li elder looked at Zhexiu expressionlessly.