The grand canopy of the World Tree obscured the firmament, leaving the Sealed Land shrouded in dim light year-round.
But at this moment.
A faint rosy light approached from the east, illuminating the beautiful, translucent side profile of a man in white while also lighting up the starry-dressed woman looking down from above with an ethereal beauty.
Xia Feng looked up slightly and, under those daunting and chilling pale vertical pupils, he felt nothing but warmth on his lips.
The soft morning light, like strands of golden thread, flowed between their touching noses, and at the same time, a strange current rose from the base of their spines, shooting straight up their backs to the back of their necks.
Startled black eyes quietly met with indifferent vertical ones. The natural fear of a lower lineage's blood to a higher one swept over Xia Feng's soul, causing an involuntary shudder.
Clack—
He moved his heel back a step, but there was no retreat left.
