The doors and windows of the empty palace were closed, dim and depressing, as if a huge coffin.

Ahya stared at He Jieyu from above, her face cold, her gaze sharp, her surrounding aura regal.

He Jieyu looked at her, the look in her eyes went from surprise to realization, and then suddenly burst into laughter, "Ahya! Ahya!"

She coughed heavily, almost coughing her lungs out, a few drops of blood splashed on her palm, but she seemed oblivious: "Xie ...