Chương 570: His Highness

By the riverside, under the alignment of the seven stars, Helian Wei Wei slumbered in her wooden coffin, dressed in an ancient long scarlet robe. Her oval face was elegant and refined, unaware of the world around her.

A white-robed man who had been looking upon her suddenly curled his fingers. The corners of his mouth lifted and his tone was tinged with indifference, "Pathetic, she could not even handle Baili Jia Jue."

"Master, do you need me to deal with it?" The little one with a bottle gourd growing from his head approached, carrying a large skeleton on his back yet seemingly unaffected by the weight of the huge burden he carried.