Saintess Hall.
The courtyard ran deep, with lush flowers and trees, exquisite embroidered pavilions, carved beams, and upturned eaves.
The inner chambers were elegant: wooden screens, gauze canopies, low-hanging curtains, and swaying floral shadows.
Human joys and sorrows were never shared. Baoqin stood outside the door like a lackey, finding the soft singing and murmuring inside unbearably noisy. She was also trembling with fear, terrified that the Saintess might call her in to join the battle.
Just as panic seized her, the singing abruptly stopped.
Baoqin: "???"
What was going on? That fast? Was Left Envoy Xiang really only capable of this much?
No way. Though he was an old devil who had lived for ages, his divine abilities were vast, and he had seized a body for rebirth. At eighteen or nineteen, he ought to have been charging ahead at full gallop. There was no reason for him to be finished so quickly.
Tsk, so that was all there was to him!
Baoqin had met Xiang Yuan three times, and each time, Xiang Yuan had possessed a different identity.
The first time was at Jade Sheng House. Baoqin caught the scent of medicine on Xiang Yuan and coveted him immensely. Not daring to enjoy him herself, she tied him up and sent him to the Southern Border, intending to leave Chan'er to deal with him;
The second time was at a small courtyard outside Earth Dragon Fort. Chan'er had tied Xiang Yuan up and escorted him to the Southern Border. Xiang Yuan had been disguised at the time, and Baoqin had not known the truth. She merely thought the Saintess had found herself some pretty boy to pass the time out of boredom;
The third time was today. Xiang Yuan had transformed himself, his original name being Spiritual Light