Fragrant Demise

East Lake Continent's city gates were decked out in red, and countless people wore joyous smiles. Anyone could tell at a glance that some tremendous happy occasion was taking place.

Everyone was craning their necks in eager anticipation.

They gazed into the distance, waiting for that figure to appear.

In the distance, on a great tree, someone lay on a branch with his face tilted upward.

The shadows of the leaves completely concealed his face and body. He was like a ghost, with even his divine sense and spiritual perception locked down tight.

Even an expert passing beneath the tree would not notice that someone was up there.

The wind howled, and his body swayed with the rocking tree...

On him was a large dark-gold bow.

A dark-gold arrow! The arrow was fully two feet long, its slender shaft gleaming with a cold metallic sheen that did not belong to this world.

At the city gates.

In the distance.

A tall figure appeared. It was Fang Che.

His body drifted lightly as he sped toward them.

Zhao Shanhe was overjoyed and shouted, "Fang Che, over here! Hahahaha..."

Zhao Shanhe's voice was brimming with delight.

The moment Fang Che appeared, the gong-and-drum troupe that had long since been arranged began playing. Banners fluttered, and drums and music shook the heavens.

Zhao Yinger and Night Dream's hearts began pounding, their faces flushing red.

The instant they saw Fang Che's figure, an extreme radiance burst from both women's eyes.

Their hearts suddenly settled.

He was back. He had finally returned!

Fang Che's face was also full of smiles as he rapidly unfolded his movement technique and flew over.

His heart was surging with excitement as well.

So this is what it feels like to come home.

His heart pounded, and an intimate