More than three months had passed.
Wang Zhiwu and Cai Gou had become kindred spirits and good friends.
The former excelled at boasting, the latter at flattery. They often linked arms, drank and talked together, enjoying themselves immensely.
At this moment, the two were drinking beneath a cluster of flowers.
"Speaking of the Senluo Blood Battle, heh, what the hell were the Heavenly Punishers? Didn't my brother Su still carve a path to survival through them?"
"Exactly! Lord Fate Official's heroism towers over the world. He is a Fate Dominator born by heaven, naturally beyond comparison with a Heavenly Punisher. And for Brother Wang to address Lord Fate Official as brother—why, it makes others green with envy!"
"Hahaha! Come, for those words alone, we ought to drink a cup!"
...The two paid no heed to anyone around them, drinking freely and talking grandly, carrying themselves with the air of those who had forgotten the way home in paradise.
From afar, Huang Hongyao watched it all, both amused and speechless.
There never seemed to be any lack of oddballs around Su Yi.
The Sword Cultivators of Sword Emperor City, meanwhile, were nervously watching the edge of a distant cliff.
Two figures stood there.
One wore a plain white long dress. Her figure was fresh and ethereal beyond the mundane, tall and graceful as she stood in the wind, her sash fluttering, seeming empty and untouched by worldly dust.
The other wore a black dress, making her crystal-white skin appear even more luminous. Her soft snow-white hair was coiled into a long whip, and a veil covered her face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes as cold and sharp as ice.
The former was Su Wanjun.
The latter was Taihao Lingyu.
One had once been the Great Lord's soulmate.
One had