Everyone looked up at Dian Lingxi. The movement came from Dian Lingxi’s auspicious cloud leaf hat.
“…Is Dian Lingxi withering?”
A spiritual master said uncertainly, asking others for answers.
“That’s right, Dian Lingxi is withering ahead of time!”
“how so?”
Not only the spiritual masters here were talking about it, but everyone who could see something strange was surprised by this strange situation.
However, no matter how confused they were, they could not prevent Lingxi from dying early.
The auspicious clouds sink and shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“At this rate, Dian Lingxi will be in full bloom for one less day this year than in previous years.”
Zhao Zhong said.
His eyes flashed and he asked Suo Wuchang: “Brother Suo, what do you think the reason might be?”
Suo Wuchang: “I don’t have that much ability to see through the mysteries of the spirit.”
Zhao Zhong said: “Just a guess, I think it is related to the son of Tongtian.”
Suo Wuchang remained silent.
His white face is his best emotional shield, but silence makes it difficult for others to observe his thoughts.
When it was almost dawn, the silver medal on Zhao Zhong’s waist trembled twice, his face turned around and he went to greet the people from Yinhuan Mansion.
“Why is he here!” Zhao Zhongfei whispered quickly when he saw the person clearly.
Sun Yaole, who was standing next to him, heard his words and followed him inadvertently, looking in the direction where he was greeted.
Three people came, led by the young man walking in the middle, with a man and a woman on the left and right.
The young man has a strange beauty in appearance. He is dressed in white clothes with silver patterns and has a temperament that Sun Yaole has never seen before.
The young man caught her peeping with one glance, and the moment he looked at her, he felt physically and mentally defeated.
“Young Master.” Zhao Zhong praised the young man.
The young man’s gaze turned from Sun Yaole’s face to the top and pointed at the Lingxi Xiangyun Ye Hat.
“The son of Tongtian.”