In the quiet room, Luo Yuheng, who was wearing a black Daoist robe, a lotus flower crown, and neatly combed hair, revealing his bright forehead and beautiful face, sat cross-legged on a futon. He looked at the woman who had barged in and said lightly, "
"I'm not interested,"
"Then you've missed a good show."
The veiled woman came to the table and sat down, saying, ""Today's battle of magical powers was very exciting, even more interesting than an opera troupe's performance. Let me tell you ..."
She chattered on and on as she vividly described the battle to Luo Yuheng.
"You're saying that he broke the eight distresses formation with one strike?" Luo Yuheng frowned.
yeah, he's really amazing. What's wrong with that? " The veiled woman asked.
It was the warden who had helped him and even mobilized the power of all living beings for him ... "You can continue," said Luo Yuheng after a moment of contemplation.