Talk About Supreme Magi at Night

On the tallest mountain in Pu Ban City, Ji Hao stood by the edge of a cliff. The strong gale rustled the Taiji cloak and made the wide sleeves flutter in the air like the wings of a crane, seeming to bring Ji Hao up into the sky at any time.

From time to time, Ji Hao raised his hand and rubbed his chest bone. Earlier, he was injured by the star power burst from Si Xi’s body when he went up into the sky. After that, he always felt uncomfortable, as if a slight little bit of star power was still lingering inside his body, disabling him from calming down.

Si Wen Ming sat aside on a rock, with his legs crossed. The long sword of his was slantingly stuck in the rock. He raised his head, with his eyebrows knitted tightly, gazing at the starry sky.

For an unknown reason, this night, stars in the sky were especially bright. Countless different sized, sparkling stars were almost next to each other, glowing with colorful, splendid light, that made the night sky as bright as the daytime.