the White-clothed God King, Jun Wuhui.Clad in the same white robes, a lone figure stands against an endless army.He who guards the pass can stop ten thousand.Indeed, so it shall be!"Not dead yet"like...utiful.It was so beautiful that Su Hongyi felt it wasn't real."Su Hongyi, I... have seen Master. I'll leave now..."Su Hongyi bowed to Jun Xiaoyao and turned to leave.She loathed herself, even more so...