Nangong Feiyan lifted her head. Snowflakes drifted in the depths of her eyes, dark as the deep sea, while her white robes fluttered lightly in the cold wind.
The sea of snow before them trembled in an instant, like a flood dragon about to emerge from the sea.
At that moment, Wang Xian waved his hand and severed the connection between this cliff and the Sword Sect, so that after she broke through her realm, she would no longer be bound by the Four Great Sects.
Those spying from the shadows would have no way to look in, even if they had eyes that could see without distance.
Or perhaps she simply hadn't expected Wang Xian to give her such a surprise.
Even so, her expression remained calm.
After a long silence, she let out a quiet sigh. "For now, I still can't leave."
"Why?" Wang Xian asked with a faint smile. He glanced toward Li Dalu on the plaza and moved his lips. Li Dalu started, then gave a slight nod. "It's fine."
Nangong Feiyan looked at the string of pearls around her wrist.
She smiled bitterly. "The family affairs are still unsettled. I have to go back. At the very least, I need to arrange who will be the island master. I can't just say I'm leaving and then leave."
Wang Xian lowered his gaze and considered it.
He had no choice but to ask, "Tell me, senior. What do you want?"
Nangong Feiyan sighed. "Back in the desert that year, you gave me a flower and a leaf. I've never dared to use them. Since you're here, why not give me an answer?"
As soon as she finished speaking, it was as if the heavenly tribulation from the depths of the firmament was about to descend right