C241 The Real Owner of the Misty Courtyard

Retrieving the cube, Xiaoming strode across the rubble and settled himself on a chunk of stone. "Why haven't you appeared yet? Are you scared?"

Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke rose from the shattered core and soared toward the lotus platform's ruins at the center. A semi-transparent fissure devoured the smoke.

"Humph!" A woman's carefree laughter echoed around. Xiaoming, growing impatient