This was not a good place to talk. The Celestial Treading Monarch carried Chu Wanning all the way back to the Magus Mountain Palace.

Xue Meng and the others on the eaves were no longer there. Mei Hanxue was such a smart person, she knew what it meant to retreat.

Kicking the door, they walked into the warm and dry hall, wrapped in the wind and rain.

The lamp that was left to wait for Chu Wanning was extinguished.

The Emperor Ta didn't care. Since the moth didn't fly to the fire, he could reluctantly be a hunting spider, bringing the prey to his nest.

He suddenly pushed Chu Wanning onto the bed, and looked down at the silent, pale man with cold eyes.