"Are you in trouble?"
Atop the White Horse, Luo Xian smiled.
With Sleeping Beauty as the medium, the princess inheriting the Path of Paradise answered Huai Shi's summons.
"Uh..."
Huai Shi stood in stupefaction, feeling as though he was hallucinating, unable to believe the scene before him. He even wondered for a moment whether this was an illusion created by the troupe.
But right before his eyes, in this chaotic and fierce Colosseum.
When a massive shadow suddenly loomed and a dark green wyvern spread its wings, descending from the sky breathing dragonfire, she looked up, gazing at the rapidly enlarging shadow.
Smiling, she raised her slender arms.
Her hands came together, fingers interlocked. She somewhat awkwardly formed a seal for a skill she hadn't practiced in a long time. When strands of Source Fluctuation and unremarkable physical strength congregated, a violent gust erupted from between her clenched palms.
