Another half day passed.
Suddenly, Wei Chen, who was seated cross-legged atop the high platform, opened his eyes.
Following his gaze, they saw a young girl in a black gown slowly gliding over from beyond the plaza.
She held a long, sheathed sword that was entirely black. Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and although her exquisite face was still somewhat youthful, it already possessed the beauty to topple kingdoms and cities.
As she drifted into the plaza, her beautiful eyes fixed upon the white-clad youth atop the platform, and a trace of delight flashed through their depths.
Her feet touched the bluestone ground as she came to a stop. A faint smile curved her lips, so beautiful that it made hearts race, like a fairy from the nine heavens descending into the mortal world.
Wei Chen slowly rose to his feet, a slight smile appearing on his lips as well.
At last, he had met the girl he had longed for over the past three years. A faint sense of fulfillment filled his heart.
He floated down from the high platform and stopped before Luo Li.
In a gentle voice, he said, "Luo Li, you're here."
Luo Li nodded softly and quietly replied, "Mm, I'm here."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two simply gazed into each other's eyes as though no one else existed.
Luo Li recalled how, three years ago on the Spirit Road, the youth had looked at her with utter seriousness and confidence and told her that he would help her break free from the shackles imposed by that great figure.
Although she knew in her heart that the possibility was exceedingly slim, she had still been deeply moved and touched.
She had once hated her own appearance and the bloodline within