Xuantian Holy Land.
Lin Qingxue, who had been thrown out of the Xuantian Holy Land, was deathly pale.
Having lost everything, her eyes were filled with despair and regret.
But all her regret had come too late.
"Miss, are you all right?"
Yue'er, the maid who had always served her, stepped forward to support the distraught Lin Qingxue. Her voice carried a hint of tears as she said, "Miss, I'll take you home right away!"
At that moment, Lin Qingxue was like a clay statue or wooden carving, letting her maid Yue'er support her as they headed toward Xuantian City.
Even after mistress and servant had traveled dozens of miles from the Xuantian Holy Land, Lin Qingxue remained utterly despondent. Her hair was disheveled, and the clothes over her abdomen were soaked in blood. She no longer looked anything like the icy goddess she had once been, yet her disheveled appearance lent her a different sort of allure.
"Oh? To think the Lower Realm would have such a peerless beauty!"
Just then, a young man's hearty laughter suddenly rang out from the sky.
"Divine Son, our business comes first! Better not let extra branches sprout from the trunk!"
No sooner had the young Divine Son spoken than his Dao Protector reminded him.
Above the clouds, an enormous Flying Boat hovered in the air. The brocade-clad youth standing at its prow was the young Divine Son who had just spoken. Looking down at Lin Qingxue on the ground, he waved a hand at the Dao Protector advising him from behind. "We're only delivering a decree. There's no need for me to go personally! Uncle Fang, I'll leave delivering the decree to the Xuantian Holy Land to you. Contact me when you're finished!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the brocade-clad Divine