163 Formless Tianma Saint King

Above the thick clouds.

A woman wearing a bright green feather coat silently hovered.

The fierce wind that blew here all became breezes as they passed her by, making her sleeves lightly flutter in the wind, giving her a dreamy, mystical look.

She wore a thin silk veil on her face, covering up her brilliant beauty, only showing a pair of crystal clear eyes that occasionally moved about like she was deeply contemplating something.

Suddenly, she seemed to have felt something as her lips lifted upward into a smile, then the smile became brighter and brighter.

"Who would've thought, he's a schemer as much as he's a swordsman…"

While smiling, she shook her head and muttered.

From the look on her face, she still seemed to be in disbelief of what had happened.

-------the Thaumaturgy [One Becomes Millions] was only ever used for her personal enjoyment.