"What is Ye Wumian doing in a place like this? Cultivating?"
Rumeng Xuehuang looked out at the scenery of the Silent Sea of Spirits, her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly as a wave of ominous premonition welled up in her heart.
Yìng Wúyī had already calculated the reason on their way here. "No, he's joining forces with the Primordial Imperial Clan to ambush us."
Chapter 362