Xia Feng naturally knew the difficulty of probing for information from the Apocalypse Temple.
So he didn't insist.
Besides, the Tianwu Empress might not necessarily be the residual spirit of the Dragon God.
For now, it's better to take things one step at a time; the priority was to find a way for his Ascension.
As he pondered, Xia Feng's frown deepened. The itching in his chest and throat became more torturous, and the sweet scent of jasmine drifted to his nose again. He instinctively looked up toward Jiang Qiue.
The woman in the blue dress sat dignified on the right side of the sofa, her gaze cold and distant as she stared out of the window at the scene on the first floor.
The piano music was quiet and soothing, and people conversed softly amidst the fine melodies.
Jiang Qiue cast her gaze beyond the semi-translucent cabin body, where the magnificent sea seemed to retreat like time flowing backward.
