Upon learning that I had been rescued by Deity Mufeng, Feiyue Immortal Lady’s exquisite face instantly twisted with rage. Her eyes burned with a furious fire, as though she wished to incinerate the entire Upper Realm.
She bit her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood, the hatred in her heart surging like a violent tide. How could she tolerate the fact that her meticulously orchestrated scheme had failed? Especially since Deity Mufeng was still relentlessly investigating the mastermind behind it all, a reality that filled her with profound anger and unease.
Her gorgeous robes fluttered in the wind like flickering flames. With a flash, Feiyue Immortal Lady vanished and sped toward the Chilling Ice Prison, where the Male Immortal was being held. The chill within the prison was biting, its bone-deep frost seeming capable of freezing a person's very soul. The Male Immortal was tightly bound there, utterly disheveled, his face etched with terror and despair.
Chapter 147