Feng Moqing froze in shock and stared intently at the outstretched hands of Feng Jin and Jiang Qing who were seeking his help. Their people had long been immersed in the pond of flowers, and only their hands were still filled with red Resurrection Lily. They looked as if they had been slowed by death as they slowly sunk into the pond, until they were completely immersed and could no longer be found anywhere.
"Little Jin, Little Qing..." Feng Moqing muttered the names of two people and stood up in a daze. He once again heard the laughter that made him feel incomparably resentful. However, he knew that he was no match for her at all. He had never been a match for her. Killing him would be as easy as turning over one's palm, regardless of whether it was in the past or now.
She slowly moved
