Jiang Yu panicked, his face becoming pale because he could recognize that the white figure was the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion’s Saint Elder, Mu Xueling with a glance. Facing her, Jiang Yu had held fear and never dared to disobey her orders. He speculated that the red figure might be the Profound Fairy, Yue Weiwei.

This made the corner of Jiang Yu’s lips twitch as fear clouded his head. It was just as he speculated; there was no way Lin Yun would come alone. To be honest, he never ...