In the clear height of summer, dark clouds suddenly blanketed the sky.
A sigh descended from the heavens.
The wind rose, rain flew—it was a rain of blood!
A Sword Shadow swept across the horizon, like the flash of lightning before thunder.
A figure resembling a schoolteacher slowly emerged above the dark clouds, then slowly vanished.
Above the Immortal Capital, within the Literary King's Estate, the two women suddenly collided and embraced, jumping with joy.
Beside them, the White Jade Capital Empress stared blankly at Jian San's fading phantom in the sky, her eyes wide open. A storm of misty rain raged within her heart. Jian San was dead!
After nearly three months, that grand drama which had tormented her so bitterly had finally drawn to a close.
Her son-in-law, a Heavenly Talent of the Literary Way, had evolved once more from the White-clothed God of War, becoming the Combat Power Ceiling beneath the Heavenly Dao of this world!
With his own swordsmanship, he had forcibly cut down this monument upon the path of the sword!
From this day forth, he was no longer the Literary King propped up by layers of hollow titles. He himself was a monument!
"Mother Queen is leaving first!" The White Jade Capital Empress left behind five words, stepped on air, and disappeared.
"May I ask the two Princess Consorts, what has happened?" The steward came running over.
The two women released each other at the same time, quietly reproaching themselves for their loss of composure. As "Princess Consorts," being this impulsive truly was inappropriate—but the excitement in their hearts was simply too difficult to suppress.
Ji Qianling spoke. "It was your Prince. Your Prince killed Jian San through his own ability!"
The steward stood rooted to the spot, his face filled with disbelief...
Over