The mist and rain filling the river dispersed in an instant, yet Xing Yan, Lingyi, and the others could no longer summon any hatred.
In truth, Xing Yan himself found it strange. Amid the towering flood earlier, he had still been filled with fury, feeling that even if he cut that man down with his sword, he would have felt no pity. Yet after merely hearing Fan Chuan's account and seeing Miss Peng nestled lovingly against him, he had changed his mind completely. Was it because Fan Chuan was a god who stood far above mortals? That did not seem to be it either. If he wanted another fight now, Xing Yan would not have been afraid in the least. After turning several possibilities over in his mind, Xing Yan could only conclude inwardly:
Perhaps this is what it means to judge yourself as sternly as you judge others, and forgive others as readily as you forgive yourself.
And the Four Rivers Princess, who usually concerned herself only with the broad picture, proved unexpectedly attentive this time. After hearing Fan Chuan's tale of love, Lingyi volunteered to teach Runlan the Water-Repelling Method Spell, so she could meet her beloved beneath the water and cultivate the arts of longevity together with him.
Although Fan Chuan, God of the South Sea's Surging Waves, also knew such water-traversing spells, the South Sea Water Marquis-that Third Prince of the South Sea-had issued a strict decree forbidding all his subordinates from teaching the waterfolk's magic to mortals.
As they spoke, Fan Chuan also proved to know his place and showed great respect in his words. Evidently, he was a man with a fierce face but a kind heart. Thus, the kindhearted princess of the Dragon Palace promised that, when she had a moment, she would