C32 Profound Yang Pearl

Qingyuan's heart turned cold.

"Is the Heavenly Master Fang really dead?"

The room was eerily quiet. The only response she got was silence.

Lu Zhinan could not help but hold onto Fang Miaomiao's hand. There were thin cocoons growing on her palm and fingers, making people want to hold on to them even more.

After a long while, Lu Zhinan's dry and hoarse voice could be heard: "She's not dead