Understand

The woman's hands were so soft.

Just like five hundred years ago.

Master touched his own feelings.

Chaos' body turned stiff. Then, it turned around and solemnly looked at Zhao Shuning.

What did this woman mean by saying this?

Also, how did she know about this? Her previous master always liked to gently stroke that piece of armor.

This was because the armor was the weakest there. If one were to touch any further, they would feel the itchy flesh of the primal chaos. Even the primal chaos would be able to feel it.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Primal chaos, I merely changed my appearance. How come you don't recognize me?"

Zhao Shuning smiled.

His right hand followed suit.

As her voice faded, a red lotus quietly appeared between her eyebrows. The flame in her right hand was also burning vigorously.

The woman looked at the primal chaos within her eyes.

Within it was hidden the most familiar feeling of chaos.