Xia Zixiao struggled helplessly in the seawater. The bitter seawater choked her lungs, and she felt like her whole body was out of body. The body slowly sank into the endless sea water, watching the light disappear little by little...
In Chenxiao Hall, groups of people stood solemnly on both sides. There was an old man with white hair and beard at the front, wearing a white Taoist robe, with a solemn expression, looking intently at the young man lying next to him.
This young man was dressed completely differently from the immortal cultivators in Chenxiao Palace. His heavy gold-inlaid armor and red cloak looked out of place with his childish and delicate face. The young man with his eyes closed had sweat hanging on his long eyelashes, his fair and plump forehead was also covered with sweat, his nose was high and his lips were round. The nicely contoured chin seems to have a girlish beauty. Sometimes it almost makes this respected and respected immortal cultivator even moved!