บท 532: Chapter 385: Does the gentleman really have no slightest sense of compassion?_1

The Willow God spoke in a gentle voice, her starry eyes shimmering with a hint of hope.

To be honest, such a mysterious object, even she as the former Ancestor of the Sacrificial Spirits, has never heard nor seen it. This sparked a special kind of curiosity in her, leading her to visit Jiang Hui on this day.

The autumn wind gently blew, causing a few withered leaves from the mountaintop to whirl and then touch the ground. It also stirred Willow God's bright white dress, accentuating her exquisite physique to the fullest.

Her eyebrows were like emerald feathers, her skin as white as snow, waist slender as a willow, teeth the color of seashells. She didn't have to dress up or apply make-up, just standing there she was as stunning as an immortal from a painting. Those with a weak will might be hopelessly captivated.