Su Xuan, who had been sitting with both hands tucked in his sleeves on the throne, lifted his eyes slightly. His withered yellow hands slid out from his cuffs.
He raised a hand, and that overwhelming force evaporated without a trace.
With a flick of Su Xuan's finger, a streak of spirit light merged into Long Hou's body. His injuries healed in an instant, and the golden armor returned to its former state.
Chapter Comments (0)
Login to comment.