The person he had been waiting for was Luoshen.
Long before coming here, he had sent Luoshen a message, inviting her to meet with him.
His battle with Gongsun Wushuang carried immense danger. Luoshen had previously refused to see Fan Lang no matter what, but things were different now. On the eve of the decisive battle, it would have been unreasonable for her to refuse even this small request.
Space suddenly rippled like waves on water, and Luoshen slowly stepped out. Her gait was light and graceful, her watery-blue armor accentuating her captivating figure. As for her face, it was still devastatingly beautiful. As her realm improved, the beauty inherent in Luoshen's very life level also rose, carrying a divine, transcendent elegance.
Fan Lang looked over at her, and the sight before him was breathtaking, making his heart race. He had to admit that much of that flutter belonged to Luoshen herself, not because of Zhao XiaoMan's presence.
Two people, a love triangle—their entanglement had continued to this day, and no one knew how it would end.
"It really wasn't easy getting to see you," Fan Lang said with a bitter smile.
"Because I can't tell whether you want to see me or Zhao XiaoMan." Luoshen stopped, keeping her distance from Fan Lang, her voice faint and melancholy.
"I can still tell you apart from Zhao XiaoMan."
"But the person you truly love is her."
"I'm a sentimental man, and you're a goddess with great charm. You won't be overshadowed by her. If you insist on making me say it, I like both of you."
"I said I could separate Zhao XiaoMan's memories and create a new body for her, but you refused."
"You know perfectly well that a person created from memories isn't the real Zhao XiaoMan. There's an