927 God of Berserkers’ Palm 5yr

Translator: MogumoguchanEditor: DarkGem, Zenobys

"...husband-in-name…"
That sentence seemed to last for one thousand years as it echoed in Xu Hui's ears. The words were long, drawn-out, and slow. They rang in her ears as if they were from a different era.
A layer of ripples stirred in Xu Hui's heart, which had gradually fallen into dead stillness… Those ripples were like a blossoming flower that continued spreading outwards. They echoed in her… until they turned into a force which allowed her to open her eyes at that moment.
Her eyes that could be seen through the slit they had opened were dark, without light, and lusterless. Still, they saw things, and they focused on the figure of her husband-in-name standing beyond the crumbling barrier. The pieces from the barrier seemed to be serving as a background, as a foil to his figure, making him into the center of attention.
Su Ming's words echoed far and wide, causing the illusory old man's heart to sink, and the person with the bow standing by his side hoisted the bow in his left