The atmosphere in the stone chamber was as stagnant as if it had frozen. Crimson Phoenix's body was flickering with a crimson halo, like a burning flame, illuminating her stunning face in alternating light and shadow. Her delicate hand, gripping the phoenix feather flying sword, tightened slightly. The sword emitted a faint hum, and sharp Sword Intent was ready to be unleashed, firmly locking onto Fang Hao. If Fang Hao made even the slightest move, a thunderous strike would certainly greet him.
However, she did not act immediately. In her beautiful phoenix eyes, shock, anger, annoyance, wariness, and a trace of imperceptible curiosity flashed by. She stared fixedly at Fang Hao, as if trying to see through all his secrets from his calm, ripple-free face.
