The secret chamber of the Holy Hall.
Blood slowly seeped from the corner of Minos's lips.
A Divine Angel's blood should be crimson gold, but what trickled out was faintly black.
He furrowed his brow and wiped away the bloodstain. His already handsome, fair face grew even paler, and the aura around him became increasingly chaotic...
A flawless, blazing sun entangled by black mist...
He clutched his chest with his right hand, his fingers tightening so hard they wrinkled the smooth, magnificent robes.
Minos had set up a shielding Array inside and outside the secret chamber in advance, making it difficult for the outside world to detect any change in his aura. But Sang Luo, stepping into the room, instantly smelled the strange scent—a stark contrast to the divine light that usually emanated from Minos.
"Luoluo?"
Seeing her approach, Minos panicked and quickly hid the silk handkerchief in his hand.
He stood up to help the visibly pregnant Sang Luo. "Why are you back?"
