"What?!"
"Mountain-Viewing defied Lamp-Lighting? Are you putting on some grand opera here?!"
The Demon Suppression Guard messenger looked aggrieved. "General Yue! Even with a hundred lives, I wouldn't dare joke about something as important as this..."
Yue Huaiyuan snatched the report from him.
His rough, broad hands were trembling.
His eyes swept over the few lines of writing.
He recognized every character.
But strung together, they seemed absurd.
He slowly looked up at Wang Hong, who had leaned in to read the report as well.
Their gazes met.
Both saw the bewilderment in the other's eyes.
"Old Wang..."
Yue Huaiyuan's voice was hoarse. "Are we... still asleep?"
Wang Hong said nothing.
He just pinched his own thigh hard.
Then grimaced in pain.
"We're not dreaming..."
Mountain-Viewing killed Lamp-Lighting?
Was she even human?
Since ancient times, the gap between realms had been like the distance between clouds and mud.
Between Mountain-Viewing and Lamp-Lighting, there was an even more insurmountable chasm.
But today,
someone had kicked that chasm flat.
And what's more,
it was a girl who hadn't even turned twenty.
Xie Tinglan stared blankly toward the southern horizon.
He'd known how formidable Her Highness was back in Suzhou.
A few days ago, when he saw her sweep away a Demon Venerable with a single swing of her halberd, he'd been utterly awestruck.
But no matter what, he'd never imagined...
that had only been the beginning.
She had actually...
slain a Demon Saint?
Could such a figure truly be held by this mortal world?
The wind rose at the tip of a duckweed leaf.
The waves swelled from the faintest ripples.
This wind was no ordinary draft passing through a hall. It was a gale of triumphant reports, carrying boundless glory.
And these waves were no mere ripples on the rivers