章節 4857: The Envoy From the Celestial Region

Everything was too unbelievable.

It was like a dream, but it was so real that Jian Wushuang could not believe which side was the real world.

"It turns out that I really never left…"

Looking at the real scene in front of him, he suddenly realized that Di Qing and the others were not with him when he was talking to the black-robed figure in the clouds.

"Could it be the eyes of this jade head that dragged me into that illusion?" Jian Wushuang was deep in thought. He reached out his hand and touched the space in front of him. The crystal cover then sank and disappeared.

His fingertips felt a warm touch, but at the same time, it conveyed a deathly stillness without the aura of life.

"Shangyang from the Eastern Capital..."

He murmured softly. The short words were as clear as if they were engraved in his mind.

Who was the black-robed figure in the illusion, and why did he say those words to him?