The scene shifted gently to the summit of Blueheart Mountain, where a churning sea of clouds made it seem like an immortal paradise.
Chen Zixiu stood atop the peak, his robes fluttering in the wind, steadfast as a pine. His deep voice pierced the clouds and mist. "Friend, have you come from Sea God Island? Why not show yourself openly? Would my Chen Clan ever slight an honored guest?"
As he spoke, he flicked a finger. Sword intent soared into the clouds like a dragon's cry and a sword's keening, scattering the surrounding mist to reveal a graceful, slender figure.
She wore a shimmering golden shawl. Against the mist, her skin looked all the more fair and delicate, like winter plum blossoms beneath the first snow. Noble yet gentle, she was a celestial maiden descended to earth, her beauty enough to topple cities, her holiness beyond compare.
Lotuses seemed to bloom beneath her feet as she walked upon the mist. Every step exuded a captivating, mysterious charm and an elusive grace that stirred longing, eclipsing everything in the world.
Bo Xian'er, the Sea God's High Priest!
"Zixiu..."
Bo Xian'er called softly, a barely perceptible tremor in her voice. Mist welled in her beautiful eyes, her gaze as ardent and pure as when they first met, unchanged even after crossing the long river of years.
Chen Zixiu gazed steadily at her. Their eyes met in midair, a thousand years contained in a single glance. Neither needed to speak; everything lay in their silence.
His nose stung and his eyes reddened. His voice was hoarse with indescribable emotion. "What should I call you? The High Priest of Sea God Island, renowned throughout the soul master world? Or the innocent Jiang Xiaoxiao of my memories, who once haunted my soul and dreams?"
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