Yi Yu sits between the statues of Linghu, motionless, as if in a kind of epiphany. His breath is constantly changing. His face is as calm as water, no joy, no anger, no sorrow, no joy. Time is passing by little by little.

Jiang's face was cloudy and clear. Several murders broke out in his eyes, but he finally suppressed them. Maybe he was just seducing her.

the best time for Yi Yu to start her hand is when she is really possessed by the fire and her vitality is gone.

but all of a sudden, Yi Yu's body was full of mysterious brilliance, a wave of years of withering...