Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

  In a place on a mountain top, a male clad in purple sat on a chair and looked lazily at the ring on his finger.

  A Fire Qilin sat sat on the imperial consort chair, looked at him and said, “You’re not thinking about that person again, are you?”


  “That’s right, why can’t I?” Wu Lingyu turned the ring on his finger. This interspatial ring was quite similar to Sima You Yue’s illusion ring. It looked like..