Pei Wanyu had only just been pulled back from the brink of death.
Then she saw a tall, slender man nearby, his bearing extraordinary, his face peerlessly handsome, a hazy veil of immortal radiance surrounding him.
The man had dismounted from the Saint Tiger, so she naturally assumed he had saved her.
That was why she had stepped forward to offer her heartfelt thanks.
Li Chen's "request" had certainly come out of nowhere, but she had agreed without thinking much about it.
In her eyes, a man with a mount like the Saint Tiger probably belonged to an incredibly powerful faction. No matter how she looked at it, he was a suitable match for her.
Pei Wanyu could roughly gauge the Saint Tiger's level.
Her guardian was at the peak of the Heavenly Abyss Realm. Since the Eight-Armed Demon Bear could knock him aside at will, it had to be saint-tier.
The Saint Tiger had easily defeated the Eight-Armed Demon Bear, so it had to be at least saint-tier as well.
From that, Pei Wanyu judged that the man before her was probably a divine-son-level expert, currently traveling to temper himself.
A man like that was certainly good enough for her. She simply agreed; they could travel together, temper themselves, and develop their feelings.
If they had a child someday, they could even raise the child as the Heavenly Martial Dynasty's heir.
There was one thing Pei Wanyu did not quite understand, though. My clothes are in tatters and barely cover me. Shouldn't this man give me his clothes?
If Wu Nanzhi beside them had known what she was thinking, she would certainly have said, "You're dreaming. He'd love nothing more than to see you walking around here naked."
Li Chen had never expected this beauty he had met in