"The fragrance is warm and inviting, as delicate as a orchid!" Qin Yi's nostrils twitched slightly, his lips seemed to carry a dreamlike breath.,His heart pounded, his lips moving soundlessly as he muttered a few incoherent words. The tension in his nerves eased, replaced by boundless joy.,In this lawless and desolate realm, the ones who control the spatial order are the strongest Ghost King and the ancient sects from Hell.。