As the chanting voice fell, a pair of people stepped on the light and came, the same purple color, the same charm, the same unable to see their faces but radiant.

Silver light flickered lightly, with Yan Mor Calamity's steps, the iris on that silver mask seemed to slowly bloom and slowly wither, that extreme beauty attracted everyone's attention.

Similarly, the purple iris on the hem of Liangsheng's skirt swayed gently with her lotus steps, and at this moment it was as if she had ...