The Immeasurable Abbey Dean

For a man as powerful as the Abbey Dean, it might be hard for him to foresee the future, but he could easily predict the good and bad luck. Therefore, sneak attacks were meaningless, unless Ning Que was holding an iron bow in his hand as well.

Yu Lian didn't hide and walked out of the storm and snow straightforwardly.

"Nobody can commune with Haotian in the city."

She looked at the Abbey Dean and said. Then she raised her hands in the air. She had made great achievements in Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation. Her soft hands seemed so small, as if they were like larger snowflakes in the air.

With her hand movements, the falling snowflakes suddenly paused, and then they kept falling. Although instead of drifting, they shivered and danced in the wind tempestuously.