C97 Prophecy of the Destiny

In the dark of the night, Di Hongtian sat cross-legged. To his left and right were the tents of Ling Fengxuan and Fang Qing. Not far away from them, Ling Fengxuan's carriage was parked.

"Phew …"

The true essence within his body slowly revolved, like a bellows, accompanied by the dull whistling of the wind.

"Hmm?" His brows twitched as he instantly opened his eyes