C452 Seven Days

After an unknown period of time, a gentle breeze blew across his face like a curtain. On the pavilion bench, which had been empty for more than a decade. Jiang Xia sat on it with his legs crossed, while a layer of purple light floated above his body. The space around it was a bit restless. Some parts of it were even distorted, as if they might split apart at any moment.

After a moment