A Hurting Favor

Hearing Spirit Wa, two figures quietly emerged behind her.

Donggong was like a towering pine, an ancient unadorned being. He was wearing rainbows and holding a pair of rulers, with the whole body wrapped in the power of Dao. A stream of clear mist rose from his head and reached about a hundred meters higher, weaving into a mushroom-shaped cloud above his head, which carried tens of glowing pre-world spirit treasures. Each treasure had been releasing strong energy waves.

Ximu was strong and beautiful, with a vigorous power. Unlike the relaxed Donggong, Ximu had been venting a thriving life-force from her entire body. Standing beside Donggong, she narrowed her eyes and curiously looked at Ji Hao, with her long hair fluttering behind her head without being blown by any wind, casing whooshing noises from time to time.