In the blood-red, hazy world,
three women were racing into the depths of darkness, one after the other.
However, Tang Ruyan, who was at the rear, suddenly stopped, turned around, and vanished on the way back.
Jiang Qiue, cradling Xia Feng, lightly descended above a crimson pillar and turned around.
Xia Feng glanced at the fading figure of Tang Ruyan, then at the approaching elemental nun, his heart filled with confusion.
"The Ark has been given to you. What more do you wish to take from us, Miss Nun?" Jiang Qiue's beautiful eyes were cold.
Lady Theresa landed on a nearby blood pillar, her white hood veiled with a faint golden cross, her delicate chin slightly lifted. Her gaze seemed to fall upon Xia Feng, her red lips parted to say, "Him."
"..." Jiang Qiue's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, her arms around Xia Feng's waist involuntarily tightening.
"Name your price, how much you wish to sell him for," the elemental nun asked.
