Fu Qiu (3)
編輯: Atlas Studios
Fu Qiu was still pondering over it when it suddenly felt some violent shaking from the ground.
It turned around, walking towards the front. Through the walls of the Crystal Palace, it could witness everything that was happening outside clearly.
A black figure with a dominating presence was outside and there were endless groaning sounds. Fu Qiu just bit on its opium pipe and watched quietly, just like it did countless times in the past.
At that moment, Ye Qingtang was underground resting on the bed. She was still pondering over everything that had happened in the mystic realm when suddenly, the violent shaking was felt even underground, almost throwing her off the bed.
Little White Tiger also woke up. "What the heck, what's wrong with this mystic realm?!"
Ye Qingtang had no idea either, but it seemed like Fu Qiu didn't want them to know about what would happen during the day here. Why was it such a secret?