Watching Zhou Yuan draw closer, Wu Yao’s face didn’t ripple in the slightest. Her face was only a bit pale from the exhaustion of Genesis Qi. Even at a time like this, there wasn’t a defeated look in her phoenix eyes, only a somewhat complicated expression.

She stared at Zhou Yuan's face. When she met Zhou Yuan for the first time in Great Wu’s capital, she had never thought he would stand in front of her in such a way.

This man who was born with the Sacred Dragon Blessing ...