A Broken-Winged Black Angel
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Over the Ancient God Plains, the sky was covered with a nine-colored sunglow. The air was torn apart like a piece of paper. Then an exuberant ancient tree walked out of the opening with all of its branches stretched as if it was its stretching that had burst the air easily.
On one of the branches of the ancient tree sticking out into the sky, Ye Xuan was sitting, leaning against its trunk. He was in white and looked tranquil.
He used to seldom wear white, but since he had been with Lin Shiru, and she liked to see him in white and had bought him a lot of white clothes, he started to wear white to make her happy.
He had been on the Ancient God Plains for two hours by then.
However, he had not done much during the past two hours.
He only told the Tree of World to take him flying in the same direction.
He had heard that each part of the Ancient God Plains was boundless and spacious.