It felt like Mount Tai was pressing down on Yang Fei's head.
In the void where clearly there was no one, an immense power made it impossible for Yang Fei to lift his head.
At that moment, Three Swords and Crow let out a grunt.
Both simultaneously spurted out blood from their mouths and collapsed on the ground.
Yang Fei was shocked and wanted to check the injuries of Three Swords and Crow, but his body wouldn't listen to him, remaining immobile.
Just then, he saw a pair of feet appear in front of him.
Those dazzling white calves were spotless, paired with black denim capri pants and sporty long boots, adorned with hollowed-out floral metal buckle chains.
Just these feet alone were breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet Yang Fei could only see these feet, as the overwhelming pressure kept him from lifting his head.
"Did not expect it to be you, Yang Fei. We meet again. How have you been?"
She spoke softly, with a sound like silver bells, ethereal and elusive.
