Ruth looked up at the sky ahead... 'Cunlü' was gracefully making a grand turn in the air.
The pea vine shook violently, yet this female priest showed no sign of unease.
She was like a true goddess, even when glancing at their platform, her eyes were filled with nothing but tranquility and calm.
The hem of her white skirt brushed past the front of the crowd, leaving only a faint fragrance... like freesia in the sunlight, enticing yet cool, giving one a start.
The men beside her were panting heavily, countless pairs of eyes filled with the desire to eliminate the 'Hard Wind' standing among the flowers.
Ruth felt a bit surprised.
That undead knight, remarkably composed.
Surrounded by such malice, yet he could still smile gently, watching his lover somersaulting in the air with devoted eyes.
