Tang San roared incoherently, no longer daring to look at Gu Yuena even once. He did not even dare to utter a threat, directly burning his source divine blood and turning into a streak of crimson light as he fled madly toward the horizon.
His speed was more than ten times faster than when he had arrived.
A mighty god, a holder of dual divine positions, now looked like nothing more than a stray dog.
Gu Yuena slowly withdrew her hand and looked at the still utterly unremarkable iron ring on her finger, a trace of tenderness flashing through her eyes.
She knew that even if that man was not by her side, he was still the most insurmountable mountain in this world.
The scene shifted.
Spirit City, a secluded courtyard in the back mountain of the Worship Hall.
There were no magnificent decorations here, only a few simple thatched cottages and an ancient tree that had stood for who knew how many years.
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Beneath the ancient tree, a breathtakingly beautiful woman in fitted golden clothing was practicing her swordsmanship.
Her sword light flowed like water, her figure graceful and elegant.
Every thrust carried sacred radiance, accompanied by the faint phantom of an angel.
She was none other than Qian Renxue, the current young mistress of Spirit Hall.
"Hah!"
Qian Renxue gave a soft cry, twirling her longsword into a beautiful flourish before sheathed it and stood still. A fine layer of fragrant sweat appeared on her forehead.
She turned and looked toward a young man in white seated at a stone table nearby, sipping tea.
The young man appeared to be only in his early twenties. He was handsome and carried an otherworldly air, holding an ancient book in his hands as though he cared nothing for the