The River of Destiny surged, its waves crashing.
Su Wanjun, dressed in white, stood atop a wave, her slender, fair ankles letting the water beat against them without moving an inch.
In the palm of her hand, a wisp of dreamlike scarlet sword qi was quietly changing at this moment.
It grew increasingly solid, resembling a true dao sword and diffusing a heart-palpitating, fiery red sword rain.
In the distance, the young monk pressed his palms together and said, "If we fight here, this poor monk is like a dragon returning to the sea, whereas Your Excellency, an existence coming from the Other Shore of Destiny, will likely suffer the backlash of the Destiny Order."
Reminiscence welled up in Su Wanjun's eyes.
Long ago, she had also traveled across the River of Destiny, leading a white mule as she searched everywhere for the traces the swordsman had left behind.
She never expected that so much, so very much time had already passed in the blink of an eye.
Now revisiting this old place, Su Wanjun could not help but feel as if generations had passed.
After a long while, she hummed in acknowledgment and said, "The suppression of the Destiny rules only allows me to display less than half of my strength."
The young monk smiled slightly and said, "This poor monk has already stated his withdrawal from this conflict, and Your Excellency must surely be concerned about the safety of those two fellow daoists. Why not take a step back and let the Great Dao be wide, each walking their own side?"
Su Wanjun said, "Let me strike you with a sword. As long as you don't die, you are naturally free to leave."
The young monk frowned.
Boom!
Buddha light swirled around his entire body, solemn and magnificent.