Wuchen…
Her eyes sank slightly, and she had no idea where Wuchen was right now.
But she believed that one day, she would see that man again…
...
Hell.
Inside a palace carved from Black Jade, a man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, lifting his head to gaze at the black bright moon hanging in the night sky. In those eyes, usually filled with chilling wickedness, a gentle light was gathering at this moment…
"King!"
Just then, a voice came from behind the man.
The man turned his head to look at the elder behind him and asked faintly, "What is it?"
The elder swallowed hard.
For some reason, every time he saw this man, he always felt a kind of fear, as if something was so oppressive he couldn't breathe…
"Just now, when I observed the stars, I discovered that a living person has entered our hell! But once she enters hell, she will be no different from the residents here, so there's no way to locate her."
As he spoke, the elder subconsciously glanced toward the man.
