The cold wind swept across the dark red earth and made a whimpering sound above the scene. It carried traces of coldness.
There were traces of tears on Zhou Xi’s face as she watched Chu Feng’s back disappear into the distance. She felt somewhat sad and happy. She wanted to laugh happily but there were tears in her eyes. Even though more than ten years had passed, she still couldn’t forget everything that had happened in the netherworld.
Back then, she had personally watched Chu Feng train himself during the trials. She had once called out arrogantly, “A god-like young lady looking down on you from the Sun. Rise up, Young Man!”!
She had also felt helpless. Back then, when the various powers of the Yang Realm had invaded the small netherworld and searched for the legendary ultimate weapon, they had started a massacre and washed the starry skies with blood.