In the wild wind, Fang Huaji's withered face was as calm as still water and his white hair was fluttering behind.

He was waiting for the blood-red veins to spread throughout the Qingshui Circle.

No matter who tried to stop him at this stage, he wouldn't hold his hand.

"Senior."

With hair disheveled, Bai Su knelt beside Fang Huaji and was in a state of utter disarray. He looked up at Fang Huaji, and starlight welled up in his ...