Chapter 13

This wind was extremely small at first, and then it became bigger and bigger.

Gradually, it evolved into a strong wind.

As the strong wind blew, the sleeves and hair of the King of Han and Princess Honglian fluttered, and what was most affected were the flowers in the Imperial Garden. The petals fell one after another under the raging strong wind, but they did not dance around.

As Su Xuan's sleeves waved.

Those fallen petals condensed into a river, dancing wantonly in the wind, and circled around Princess Honglian, surrounding her in the middle.

"Scatter!"

The petals condensed into a river scattered, covering the sky and the earth, like a sea of flowers.

Princess Honglian stood in the sea of flowers, fully displaying a beautiful feeling.

"Immortal means, immortal means!"

The King of Han looked at this scene beside him and could not help but mutter to himself inwardly.

On that day on the Wang Gong square, although he witnessed Su Xuan summoning wind and rain, how could it compare to the shock brought by Su Xuan saying wind comes and wind is born right now?

Last time summoning wind and rain could barely be called a coincidence, then right now, calling for a strong wind between words meant that it was absolutely not a coincidence.