Chapter 338 The Feast of Ten Thousand Longevity

The sound of the torrential rain did not stop all night, and the clouds gathered like a thousand armies, galloping over the ancient city, during which the thunder and lightning sounded like the snorting of a heavenly horse. Simin sat alone by the window, her long silver hair fell to the ground , snaking and stacking, her snowy cheeks reflected the electric light, she opened her eyes and cast her gaze to the sky, wherever her gaze fell, there were electric fires tearing through the firmament, as if the celestial phenomenon was not natural, but a mapping of the phantoms in her pupils.