The Great Sun Sword Son left, and he left quickly.
Though he walked away calmly and steadily, there was somehow a sense of disarray about him, giving the impression that he was fleeing after defeat.
The Fusang Saintess lay within the Fusang Divine Tree, softly humming a tune. The grief and disappointment that flashed across her face before being carefully concealed seemed almost like an illusion.
It was plain to see that she was in an exceptionally good mood.
"Congratulations."
"It seems you do hold at least some place in his heart."
A well-behaved young woman emerged from the radiance.
The Fusang Saintess from the flow of time and the Fusang Saintess of the present world appeared together. Comparing them revealed an obvious difference.
The present-day Fusang Saintess was more composed and cheerful, while the Fusang Saintess of that era resembled a rabbit, giving the impression that she might flee at any moment.
"Of course."
"How could the person I chose, the person I like, possibly have no place for me in his heart?"
The present-day Fusang Saintess lifted her smooth chin proudly.
"There truly are feelings involved."
"That is enviable. Such pure emotions can only arise among sword cultivators."
The Fusang Saintess of that era sighed softly.
A True Immortal son of Dharma cultivation would give you lingering tenderness, meticulous care, think of you and love you at every moment, and weave a beautiful future for you, like a perfect Dao companion.
Such a True Immortal son was extremely dangerous.
Though the Fusang Saintess had sufficient ability to handle every matter and would not lose power or her life within the Immortal Dynasty, with her Dao Path still bright and her political skill superb—
Such pure emotions still remained deeply yearned for.
"Such feelings will fade within a thousand