"The people of the abyss are born with a deficiency; they are destined not to live past ten, yet they can commune with the netherworld."
In Xianyue City, the moon hung high, and the stars scattered across the sky.
Inside a room, Wang Yurou huddled in a corner, shrinking back with a look of terror on her face. From time to time, she cast a furtive glance at the woman sitting behind the desk—a woman dressed in purple fairy robes, her face expressionless, her demeanor cold and detached.
Chapter 461