A water current with silver and red combined suddenly surged out of Fengmin Mountain! That was the most precise color as if it had gathered all the dazzling holy light in the world, and it also seemed like it was the same color as the purest blood in the world.
The silver was icy cold, and the red was thriving! They clearly were vastly different, yet they merged with some indescribable harmony. It was as if they were born to be like this.
That water current seemed to flow down from the distant mountains, and it seemed to be able to cover thousands of miles in an instant. It drew a perfect curve in midair as it rushed toward Chu Liuyue with the winds!
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Elder Meng stood at the top of the pagoda and held the wooden window frame tightly with one hand. His body was tense, and his eyes widened.
Inside the room, the originally tightly shut door was already open. The rays of light that slowly gathered on it were all taken away by that shocking aura!