Inside Winterglass Palace.
Li Tianming first went to see Weisheng Moran.
After all, they had not seen each other for another hundred years.
And throughout those hundred years, she had lived amid a whirlpool of public opinion, belittled and mocked by others.
Li Tianming felt guilty.
When he saw the black-haired woman again, cool and solitary as a lone lotus, she stood quietly amid the wind and snow, her long hair flying, her eyes like a secluded night.
"Have you been well?" Li Tianming opened his arms and drew her into his embrace.
Weisheng Moran leaned against his chest and said softly, "It's nothing. Just a little boring."
She made it sound easy, but who could endure being looked at differently everywhere they went?
Li Tianming knew that well.
Thus, he stroked her long hair and said, "I'll speed things up as much as I can."
"No need to rush." Weisheng Moran looked into his eyes. "Isn't Zi Zhen also in the Divine Tomb Cult? It's only that people gossip about her differently. I don't care."
The only one she cared about was Li Tianming.
"Mm."
Hearing her say that, Li Tianming was quite moved.
He asked, "How do you feel about Mu Dongli lately?"
"In short, her prideful nature means she is still full of hostility toward you. But during this period, she won't do anything. The entire Divine Tomb Cult is likely waiting for the main cult's judgment of you. If that judgment is favorable, I think not only she, but every hostile person, including the Left Tomb King, will change their view of you and treat you as one of their own. But if that judgment is hostile..."
Before she could finish, Li Tianming took over. "Then even Elder Zhanchi might directly turn against me and stop