812 Scare the Saint Sovereign

The squeaking sound was crisp and clear.

It sounded like an ancient, distant sound. It echoed, lingering in the air.

Gurgle… Gurgle… 

Muddy yellow liquor in the bamboo flasks gushed out, flowing on the ground.

Mo Liuji grabbed the bamboo flask with one hand. He was speechless with his mouth agape. He was bewildered as he watched the figure slowly approach him from a distance. 

It was as if a fairy had descended upon this world.

Her white gauze dress billowed and fluttered in the wind. Her sleek and long black hair cascaded, reaching her waist. Her hair swayed along with the movements of her body. Spots of light energy scattered everywhere.

Mo Liuji smacked his lips together. He hurriedly raised his hand and poured wine from the bamboo flask into his mouth. He cocked his head, looking at the dainty, fairy-like woman.

After drinking, he licked his lips and wiped his face, walking toward the Saintess.