"An Jing!"
The moment she left the Earth Veins, the first person You Ruhui saw was An Jing. Unlike Flowing Silver, seeing him filled her with delight, and she hurried over at a light run.
An Jing, too, leaped down from the Golden-Winged Peng and went to meet her.
"For the past month or so, I've basically been running all over the place and cultivating in seclusion."
But as she drew close, You Ruhui became somewhat puzzled and worried. Reaching out as if to touch An Jing's face, she asked, "I finally got to see you today... but what's wrong? You don't look very happy."
"It's not exactly that I'm unhappy."
Seeing You Ruhui improved An Jing's previously gloomy mood considerably. He stepped forward and embraced her, then drew apart with a sigh. "It's mainly that Ying Dragon got my fighting spirit fired up... but he couldn't even hold on until I brought my sword down."
"It feels awful. He clearly had Supernatural Ability armament equivalent to Saint Manifestation power—by all rights, he should have been able to withstand a few strikes from me. How did he die so quickly?"
"Well... you were already this strong, weren't you?"
You Ruhui did not know what to say. It even felt perfectly natural to her.
Back in Kanming City, she had watched An Jing slaughter his way through the True Demon Sect's members, turn the tables on the Death-Driving Demon, and carve a path forward like he had activated an invincible rampage. Wherever he passed, people died and houses collapsed. He was simply a Devil Master descending from the heavens, a god of calamity stalking the mortal world.
—A mere Dragon-Snake from another world getting instantly killed by a single glance from An Jing—what was so strange about that?
Unlike You Ruhui,