Divine Phoenix of He

At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure, even though she was now disheveled and distressed, her delicate frame still evoked longing. However, her face was covered by a veil, obscuring most of it.,A somewhat husky voice, calm with a hint of amusement.,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.。