The white-clad woman did not get up.
After merging with the fire of life, her originally somewhat aged face emitted a sense of vitality again.
Her skin was crystalline, her black hair like a waterfall.
Yet at this moment, her face was filled with helplessness.
The two Kylin army members beside her, as well as two maidens, were trying to persuade her, but she seemed not to hear them, with a persistent look in her eyes.
Time ticked away slowly.
At this moment.
Whether it was Ren Wushuang and others, or Zhuge Mingyang and the likes, or other unrelated people, they all felt that time was passing very slowly.
It was clearly only a morning's time, yet it felt as long as decades.
Finally!
Noon was about to arrive!
It was early summer, the weather wasn't very hot, yet many people were already sweating.
People all looked towards the central square, gradually quieting down, their hands unknowingly clenching together.
The place was filled with a tense atmosphere.
