Feng Yuan's spiritual power was no match for that of an Extraordinary Saint from Dayong. She couldn't materialize or see the scene at the Daqin Holy City. She could only rely on sensing through energy.
So she had no idea that Luo Qingtong had ruined her plans.
At that moment, a light, seductive, and indistinguishable voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
"Caught you!"
......
Daqin Holy City, inside the Crown Prince Mansion.
Luo Qingtong's figure floated in mid-air, and the Eight-direction Dragon Locking Formation had not completely disappeared, swirling around her.
Suddenly, the girl's tightly closed eyes snapped open.
In an instant, the scene from within Princess Feng Yuan's Mansion at the Dayong Sacred Capital appeared in Luo Qingtong's blood-red pupils!
The unbelievable and pale expression on Feng Yuan's face was also reflected in them.
——Luo Qingtong had just closed her eyes to hunt for the exact location of Feng Yuan's true form.
The latter was too confident!
