"Just pure forgetfulness, when you were holding the filial banner at your mother's funeral, was there even a hint of a complicated thought spinning in that head of yours, the rest..."
The reflection cursed halfway and then stopped cursing.
He stared blankly at Zhou Li, whose ears were wrapped with cloth strips, a fierce smirk appearing on his face.
"Abandoning your hearing?"
The reflection didn't move an inch. The next second, under the precise control of the reflection, a vine shot straight through Zhou Li's head, sending him to his next revival.
"Courting death!"
Sitting cross-legged on the mist-shrouded summit of the azure stone, Zhuge Qing was inhaling and exhaling pure Qi, a faint white mist flowing from her vermillion lips.
Sitting with her legs crossed, dressed in a simple white immortal dress, her sleeves billowing as if she was lightly treading on waves, untainted by dust.
