The match ended.
Before the dust filling the sky had even settled, Snow Empress's cold figure crossed space amid a flurry of snow.
With one hand, she caught the Soul Power-depleted, swaying Qian Renxue. In the blink of an eye, she was back atop the city wall.
Nan Feng did not bother explaining anything to the dumbfounded nobles and sect masters.
Facts spoke louder than words. The devastated wilderness before their eyes was the best proof of the Soul Tool's power.
With Snow Empress and Qian Renxue in tow, he turned and left the city wall.
Inside the lounge.
It was so quiet that only faint breathing could be heard.
Qian Renxue reclined against the soft leather sofa and removed her battered suit of armor.
Her once radiant platinum wings had lost half their span, while savage cracks covered her breastplate. She reached out and gently traced those dents, her eyes filled with unconcealed heartache.
"This was something you poured so much effort into making..." Qian Renxue murmured.
"If it's broken, it's broken." Nan Feng poured her a cup of warm water and handed it over. "I'll fix it for you. We have plenty of materials. Next time, I'll add some Meteoric Iron too—the shock resistance can go up another level."
Qian Renxue took the cup and cradled it in her hands, looking up at Nan Feng. "Tomorrow... I'm returning to the Angel God Temple."
Nan Feng paused.
Qian Renxue bit her lip, a ripple stirring in her eyes. "Can you... keep me company properly tonight?"
The moment she finished speaking, Snow Empress, seated not far away, abruptly opened her eyes.
Without a word, she decisively rose to her feet, clicked out of the lounge in her high heels, and shut the door behind her.
Nan Feng looked oddly at