The rain of blood that filled the sky finally ceased.
Only then did the dark-clad figure slowly descend from the clouds, boots touching down upon the rubble-strewn ground.
Yue Huaiyuan came back to his senses, wiped the blood from his face haphazardly, brought his legs together, and solemnly prepared to bow.
"This general, Yue Huaiyuan, greets—"
"That's enough."
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly and waved a hand, cutting off the old general's awkward movement.
"General Yue, at your age, your back is hardly that sturdy anymore. Who are you putting on this show for?"
At those words.
Yue Huaiyuan's body stiffened. He raised his head and saw that the girl had not the slightest air of superiority about her.
For no reason, his eyes grew hot.
She was still that Jiang girl.
She had not changed.
"Heh..."
Yue Huaiyuan smiled sheepishly. "I knew it. Your Highness never cared for those empty formalities."
Only now did Wang Hong finally come fully back to his senses.
Hearing the words "Your Highness."
He trembled as he asked, "Old... Old Yue, who exactly is this?"
Though he had heard Old Yue shout something earlier, they had been hanging by a thread then, his mind a complete mess.
Now, that Mountain-Viewing Realm Red Flood Dragon had been slain, and even its corpse had vanished without a trace.
Such heaven-reaching methods, at such an age.
Yue Huaiyuan puffed out his chest, his face full of pride, as though he had killed the Red Flood Dragon himself.
"This is the one His Majesty has only just acknowledged—the Eldest Princess Zhaoyue!"
Wang Hong's heart jolted at those words.
The Eldest Princess?
He had long heard news from Chang'an.
They said His Majesty had found his younger sister, whose life had been filled with hardship and who had been cast