Hum! Golden light blazed atop the golden palace.
Wang Xian thought for a moment, but did not draw his sword. Instead, he murmured, "Then take care of yourself."
Feng Linglong, swallowed by the golden light, froze when she heard him.
She had never expected that the young man who had been bent on killing her would spare her at the very last moment.
Once the golden light vanished, Wang Xian would only need to strike with his sword. Even if she survived, she would be gravely wounded... What she had never expected was that Wang Xian would wave goodbye to her.
He was crazy!
Just as the teleportation scroll swallowed her, Feng Linglong suddenly called out, "Wang Xian, we'll meet again!"
Wang Xian sighed softly and smiled at the specks of golden light before him. "Whatever."
The wind swept past. Golden light shimmered atop the golden roof, carrying away the young High Priestess.
Everyone was baffled—including the Grand Marshal, Qin Yanyu, and even Sa Tongtian.
No one could understand it. They had been promised a fight to the death, so how had the High Priestess, whose despairing beauty was like that of a celestial maiden, suddenly vanished?
She had even left without taking leave of the Empress before the Son of Heaven's Hall, disappearing from the golden rooftop without so much as a word.
Qin Yanyu couldn't help asking, "That person—where did she go?"
Wang Xian lowered his gaze to the imperial guards, ministers, and guests surrounding the plaza.
After a moment's thought, he said, "From now on, she won't appear in the Southern Border again."
From the look in Feng Linglong's eyes as she left, Wang Xian had understood the woman's intentions in an instant.
With her Divine Sea injured, she would likely need ten years or even longer