บท 189: Purple Dream

The palace of Yuan Country was majestic. With the mixtures of courts and tents, the kings from the other country would be at a lost if they saw all of these.

At this point in time, Fang Yuan was in one of the tents.

Using his magical energy, he could sense everything in the tent. His nose picked up a hint of mild fragrance as he imagined an image of a stunning lady.

Even though her face was covered, Fang Yuan could still figure out her looks.

"A beauty indeed, but…"

There was a suspicious look on his face. "This spiritual aura… dream master? No! Just similar!"

"Ha!"

Fang Yuan had a serious look on his face. Suddenly, his hands moved and rays of spiritual glow seeped out of the tent.

The shaman was standing respectfully at one side. He knew that this sorcerer from the South was trying to trace the spiritual aura of the murderer, and shook his head silently.