Still That Young Man

"Do you dare marry me?"

In the courtyard, the woman smiled at Jiang Feng.

A breeze that seemed to come from nowhere gently brushed the hem of her skirt. Her clothes clung faintly to her figure, outlining her flowing, winding curves like ink.

"I..." Jiang Feng parted his lips, wanting to answer, but the woman interrupted him first.

"All right, I was only joking." Cuo Zhi reached out her small hand and lightly tapped Jiang Feng's forehead, giggling. "You've clearly grown so tall, yet you're still like a little child. When you return to the Lower Realm someday, don't let other women deceive you."

Cuo Zhi gently stroked Jiang Feng's cheek. "Promise me! Live well! Don't die! Go and do what you want, without any scruples. Can you do that?"

"Yes!"

Jiang Feng stepped back and bowed deeply.

That day, under the woman's gaze, Jiang Feng left the God Court.

And that day was also one of immense legend and myth.

Among the countless versions of myths and legends, this day was said to mark the beginning of a new era.

Later generations called this new era "the God Race's Final Years."

"Minotaur, I have come to test my sword!"

Before leaving the God Court, Jiang Feng went to the Minotaur's divine abode!

"Cuo Zhi, he came looking for death. Do you still have anything to say!?"

"If you can hurt him, then speak."

The woman's Dharma Sound rang out.

Of course, she had not said the second half.

If that Minotaur dared hurt him, she would chop the Minotaur to pieces!

The Minotaur deity roared loudly, and a gigantic dharma form appeared in the sky! It brought its foot crashing down at Jiang Feng!

Jiang Feng reversed his blade and met it with a single slash! In an instant,