The Jade Belt bloomed with a lustrous glow, shielding Xiang Yuan from head to toe. The cascading curtain of water looked as though it could be broken with a flick of the finger, yet it formed an absolute domain, blocking the Celestial Emperor's final strike before his body and soul perished.
That pretty-boy lackey was completely fine!
"..."
Nine-Finger Celestial Emperor rolled his eyes speechlessly, inwardly cursing the boredom. This was not what he had wanted to see.
Damn it—he couldn't seriously go back on his word, could he?
Nine-Finger Celestial Emperor glanced at the finger guard on his right hand, savage killing intent flickering in his eyes. When he raised his head again, his gaze was as still as an ancient well, devoid of any emotion beyond calm.
The False Emperor had already vanished, leaving with a smile, as if certain that a nominal disciple would accompany him to the grave.
Nine-Finger Celestial Emperor scoffed inwardly and looked toward the place where he had disappeared. "You weren't bad either. You were someone."
Clear Subtle Heaven.
Xiang Yuan reluctantly untied the Jade Belt and obediently presented it to Jingyun with both hands. She did not take it right away, waiting for its lingering warmth to fade before taking it and tying it around her waist.
Her utter disdain was completely undisguised, yet Xiang Yuan did not see it that way. Xiang Yuan firmly believed that the Great King was cold on the outside but warm within. Though she appeared stern and unkind, deep down she delighted in having such a filial disciple as him, one who honored his master and revered the Way.
With that thought, a string of solid truths praising her civil and martial virtues and unfailing foresight poured from his mouth.
A golden phantom emerged in