They Were Already Grown Adults

"I really like your name."

As if it were that cold winter countless years ago, the woman spoke the same words.

That day, she had taken his hand and walked with him up into the sky.

Today, she descended from the sky with her sword in hand and stood before him.

"Master."

Looking at the peerlessly beautiful woman before him, who had not made a move from the beginning of the war until now, Jiang Feng called out softly.

"Why not call me by my name?" Cuo Zhi smiled brilliantly. "If you don't even address your opponent by name, that's a great disrespect."

Hearing the woman's words, Jiang Feng's eyes grew even more complicated. He knew that his Master was severing the last thread between them.

His swordsmanship had come from a god, but at his Master's request, no one in All Under Heaven knew that Jiang Feng's swordsmanship came from her, who stood above the heavens.

She would not let him say it. She had not allowed it before, and she would not allow it now.

She knew that the leader of the myriad races did not need a divine Master, and that the myriad races would never permit their supreme faith to have a Divine Race Master.

As long as he became the new king of the myriad races and led them toward a new world, as long as he was happy, then everything would be enough for the woman.

But Jiang Feng did not want to do that. He had promised himself that he would never reveal the origin of his swordsmanship to the world.

However, he would use another method to tell the world that his swordsmanship had been taught by her—this woman who did not resemble a god, yet was a god.

"Master." Jiang Feng