C829 And Now!
Jiang Xingwen, draped in a gray-white robe, drifted out from the towering Shadow Mountain, her figure more delicate and frail than ever.
Her Lunar Spirit appeared somewhat ethereal, as though it had recently sustained injuries.
Tiny, crimson sparks of lightning flickered across her soul, causing her to frequently furrow her brow in pain.
She stood before Shadow Mountain
