Yang Fei informed the Changfeng Squad to assemble and then strode into the Tianxiang Xiaozhu behind the Yinxue Tower.
Tianxiang Xiaozhu is An Zichen's residence.
As one of the Great Grandmasters of the Yinxue Tower Pavilion, An Zichen's status in Yinxue Tower even surpasses Yang Fei.
Yang Fei knocked on the door of the small courtyard, inside it was silent.
Yang Fei disregarded courtesy, gently pushed, and walked in.
Tianxiang Xiaozhu has a small waterside pavilion, covered by countless vine plants, the air misty and cool.
At this moment, An Zichen, dressed in a snow-white long dress, sat cross-legged, adjusting her breath and circulating energy.
Yang Fei glanced, shocked with a change in expression.
Countless colorful butterflies rested on An Zichen's body, their wings flowing with luminous colors, distributed on her shoulders and head.
These dozen or so colorful butterflies, their wings faintly rotating with Gang Qi vortex flows, resembling pairs of eyes.
