Following that gentle voice filled with masculine charm, Su Yu was slightly startled, he saw a familiar figure.
Although a hundred years had passed, Su Yu still recognized at first sight the young woman who appeared from the distant void—it was Feng'er, the little girl he had once taken in.
A hundred years had not seen her, and Feng'er had grown even more beautiful and had matured a lot. Now appearing from afar, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes drooping, she exuded an air of leisurely and indifferent elegance.
In front of Feng'er, a blurry figure was constantly changing, sometimes stretching out a long human-like shadow, at times condensing into a sphere of black mist. Inside, a strong scent of death wafted from afar, like a tidal wave of river water, encroaching upon them.
"God of Death, why join in this bustle?" The Immortal Monarch's face showed a trace of displeasure.
