The Great Sun Sword Heir left, and quickly.
Though he walked away with composure and calm, there was something bedraggled about him, as if he were fleeing after a defeat.
The Fusang Holy Maiden lay within the Fusang Divine Tree, humming softly. The hurt and disappointment that had flashed across her face, only to be carefully hidden, seemed almost like an illusion.
Clearly, she was in an excellent mood.
"Congratulations."
"It seems you do hold a place in his heart."
A demure woman appeared within the light.
The Fusang Holy Maiden from another time and the one in the present appeared together. Set side by side, the difference between them was obvious.
The present-day Fusang Holy Maiden was more at ease, more cheerful. The Holy Maiden from that other time was like a rabbit, giving the impression she might bolt at any moment.
"Of course."
"How could the person I chose, the person I like, not have me in his heart?"
The present-day Fusang Holy Maiden lifted her smooth chin and spoke proudly.
"There truly are feelings there."
"How enviable. Only among sword cultivators could such pure feelings be born."
The Fusang Holy Maiden of this era sighed softly.
A True Immortal Heir who cultivated spells would give you lingering tenderness and care in every detail. He would think of you constantly, love you, and weave a beautiful future for you, like a perfect Dao companion.
Such a True Immortal Heir was exceedingly dangerous.
The Fusang Holy Maiden had the ability to handle all of that. She would not lose her power or her life within the Immortal Dynasty. Her Dao Path would remain bright, and her political skill was formidable.
Even so, such pure feelings were deeply alluring.
"Won't those feelings fade within a thousand years?"
"He sensed danger—danger