Com-plete... Ma-gic... Im-mu-ni-ty!
Zhou Chen's jaw dropped. He wisely cut off the Life-taking Curse and said helplessly, "How about you give me a little hint about what other tricks you have up your sleeve?"
Onawaro's draconic eyes suddenly flashed, like the intense white light from an oversized searchlight. Zhou Chen was immediately enveloped by a blinding, tide-like torrent of white light.
A few seconds later, the light faded.
The surrounding scene changed abruptly. It was no longer the majestic Divine Hall filled with ancient charm, but a cozy little log cabin.
Snowflakes drifted down outside the window, and a cold wind battered the doors and panes. A fire blazed in the hearth, the firewood crackling merrily. At some point, Zhou Chen found himself lying on a sofa draped with soft furs, a pliant, delicate body nestled in his arms.
In this comfortable environment, a lazy drowsiness washed over him, making him want to drift off to sleep.
