Chapter 1643

• “There’s only two or three months left before I reach the Sky Qin Sacred Palace....” Zhao Feng murmured.
• As he got closer to his destination, he felt somewhat uneasy and impatient. The image of a quiet figure that seemed straight out of a painting appeared in his mind. She was clothed in white and seemed to be pouting as she smiled toward him.
• “It’s been seven years....” Zhao Feng took a deep breath and showed rare signs of uneasiness.