Even under Tongtian Pavilion's protection, it would not be enough.
Just like earlier—Ye Lin had clearly been confident he could kill with a single blow, yet he still had not acted.
"Forget it. Cultivation is a struggle against heaven and earth. I hope I can trust you."
Tang Qingru walked alone through the forest. As she walked, she suddenly stopped, her eyes shooting toward the distant bushes like sharp swords.
"Come out."
A cold snort rang out as Murong Hanxuan's figure gradually emerged from the thicket.
"Who are you? Why have you come here?"
A long blade appeared in Tang Qingru's hand, its edge flickering with icy glints.
"Tang Qingru, right? The daughter of the deputy hall master of the God Clan's War God Hall—and my fiancée?"
Murong Hanxuan advanced at an unhurried pace, his expression extraordinarily calm, as though he were speaking of something utterly trivial.
"You still haven't told me who you are. Do you know that this is very rude?"
Tang Qingru raised her long blade and pressed it against Murong Hanxuan's forehead.
"Senior Sister Tang, I come from the Starry Sky. You and I are of the same kind. My name is Murong Hanxuan, personal disciple of the Third Elder of the Myriad Dao Talisman Sect."
"Ten thousand years ago, my master met your father in a secret realm. At the time, your father had suffered severe injuries and happened to encounter my master. My master then stepped in to save him."
"In the end, the two seniors hit it off at first sight and personally made an agreement: if they each had a son and a daughter in the future, the two would become Dao companions."
"Later, your father had a daughter named Tang Qingru."
"For various reasons, my master never married in his life