Phoenix

When he saw Diana again, Yinsen was surprised by how much she had changed. She had become more refined and mature. It seemed that the impulsive, fierce, and formidable Amazon Warrior of old had sheathed her blade, ready to quietly enjoy a peaceful life in the countryside.

But he soon learned that although Diana had sheathed her weapon, it did not mean the blade would never be drawn again. She had merely learned how to restrain the overly dazzling edge she once possessed and hide it beneath this mature, intellectual exterior.

Take off the skirt suit and put on her armor, and she was still that formidable Amazon Warrior, a demigoddess of Olympus. Ordinary people simply had no chance to see that side of her now.

Yinsen was no ordinary person, so not only could he see that side of her, he could also see an even wilder one.

Getting Diana to calm down was indeed no simple matter. He felt like a lone boat in a storm, vaguely recalling his first time crossing the Stormy Seas.

For three whole days, he was either cresting the peak of a wave or on his way to cresting one. In his daze, he recalled that old saying again: thirty-something, forty-something... How old was Diana this year again?

Even worse, he had no way to resist at all—mainly because he could not beat her. In this land, when a man was thoroughly disciplined by his girlfriend, his rotten friends would deliberately make whip-cracking noises to tease him—and Diana actually had a whip.

After finally enduring a violent storm, Yinsen looked at the still energetic Diana beside him once calm had returned and asked about her life over the past few years.

Diana kept it simple. Most of the time, she lived as Diana