The news of Baixue Ding and Lin Yuyan joining the Misty Sect quickly spread across an area of billions of miles, though no one found it surprising.
After all…
The two women had already married Huo Yunjie, so joining the Misty Sect was just a matter of course.
Soon enough, the buzz gradually subsided.
Everyone returned to their usual peaceful lives.
…
Deep in the starry sky.
There was a vast expanse of mist here.
This area stretched for billions of miles, and although not as large as the Shenzhou Continent, it concealed countless shattered continents within, inhabited by various strange creatures.
On a broken continent.
Feng Chuan sat on a throne made of red iron meteorite, his fingers gently tapping the armrest, his gaze vacant, as if lost in thought.
In the open space ahead.
Zhu Yongfu, the Paper Fan Young Master, Dong Yuandong, Xiao Fangu, and other four Vajra Guardians of the Tianji Pavilion were waiting patiently, not daring to show any impatience.
"Report!"
