Heaven’s Palm Print
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After a short rumination, Su Yu still could not solve the Immortal technique's code. But there was no more time, the imminent departure was here at last.
When he arrived at the courtyard, Mo Wu was already waiting outside. Her lofty lovely figure was standing still. Under the weak sunlight, the classical beauty was slender and elegant; she was youthfully beautiful.
"Let's go," Mo Wu whispered without turning back. She gracefully walked away to lead the way. As it turned out, she had been waiting for Su Yu. Su Yu smiled and kept pace with her. His eyes held her beautiful reflection and her delicate fragrance wafted to his nose. When they reached the assembly point outside of the Sanctum, three other people had already arrived.