The Yaochi Sacred Land has returned to tranquility.
Who would have thought that the Spirit Island, which came so fiercely, would end in such a tragic fate.
It's one thing to die, but to be refined as materials.
This was indeed the most humiliating way to die for Spirit Island.
But Jun Xiaoyao was completely indifferent.
At this moment, in his eyes.
There was only that unmatched beauty in snow robes, pure and unrivaled.
"Xiaoyao..."
A smile appeared on Jiang Shengyi's face, as smooth as coagulated fat.
Her smile was like a blooming flower!
It was the sweetness brewed from prolonged yearning.
Because she always believed that Jun Xiaoyao would not leave silently.
Amidst the pure snow, she stood alone.
She didn't rush to embrace Jun Xiaoyao upon first sight like Jiang Luoli did.
Compared to Jiang Luoli, her love was restrained, selfless.
As long as Jun Xiaoyao returned, she was already very happy.
However.
What caught Jiang Shengyi completely off guard.
