Spirit City, Worship Hall.
Qian Renxue stood before the Angel God Statue, her back straight as a sword.
Today, she had changed back into a plain white training robe, identical to what she had worn when she first entered the depths of the Worship Hall.
Yet the feeling of standing here now was completely different.
She could sense the space around her responding to her in an extraordinarily subtle way. The threads of laws she had once only vaguely perceived were now as clear before her as an unfolded map.
Qian Daoliu stood slightly behind her to one side, his dark blue robe gleaming softly beneath the golden halo.
His gaze rested on Qian Renxue, and incomparably complicated emotions churned within his weathered eyes.
Qian Daoliu wanted to look at Qian Renxue a little longer, to remember how she looked at this moment, to carve her outline deep into his memories during the time he had left.
He also wanted to see Snow White one more time.
That child who had journeyed alone through the Far North, that girl who had rejected the path he had laid out for her and chosen to carve out a new road with her own feet.
Qian Daoliu wanted to know how far she had come, whether she was safe, whether she had found what she sought amid that land of wind and snow.
But there was no longer enough time.
Qian Renxue's comprehension of the Angel God's power of laws had already become complete and flawless. That power flowed through her body so smoothly, as if it had long been waiting for this moment.
The laws were waiting for her, and the Divine Seat was waiting for her. The entire Angel God Statue gave off a steady pulse, like breathing.
Qian Daoliu could