Shen Yanxiao finally calmed her mind and began to cultivate her source of life.
She closed her eyes and calmed her soul, but she did not notice.
That a certain someone opposite of her had his eyes fixed on her.
If Shen Yanxiao opened her eyes now, she could see that the chill in those golden eyes that had not melted for ten thousand years had gradually melted, as if winter had passed and the warm spring had returned to Earth.
Xiu quietly looked at Shen Yanxiao who was sitting in front of him. This face was beautiful and pure. Among humans, she could be considered a stunning beauty, but among the elves and gods, it was not the most beautiful face.
Perhaps because he had looked at her for too long, Xiu felt that there should be no one in the world who was more pleasing to his eyes than this face.
He was the War God, the War God who possessed the power to devour the Devil race.
