Ye Xiaoxiang stopped playing her flute with an obvious flash of happiness in her eyes. ‘He’s finally back from hell.’

Spirit energy returned to Ling Donglai’s group but not their composure. Everyone seemed to be waking up from a long dream and found Xiaoxiang to be even more frightening than Feiyun.

Despite her weak cultivation, she could rob the young kings of their power with her flute.

They have never expected this scholarly and gentle woman to have this ability.

“If this woman chooses Feiyun, we have to kill her.” A murderous intent flashed in the crevices of Donglai’s eyes.

However, they had an opponent to take care of right now and had no time to deal with Xiaoxiang.

Feiyun was brought by the Temporal Flower to a spatial trap, not hell. If it was hell, there was no coming back even with his spirit vessel.

It was similar to the beast soul...