"Thank you for helping me kill that evil dragon."
"Not just for you, but for myself, too. I had to slay him!" Li Yang shook his head.
They were now above Volcano, where a palace hung suspended in midair, vast and magnificent.
It was a Magic Treasure containing a grotto heaven.
The temperature was scorching, however. Anyone who had not tempered their body would have been roasted into a dried husk.
Li Yang took the Yinglong corpse Wang Dabao had cooked out of his Storage Ring, filling a table with dishes, and sat opposite Ning Qingfeng.
Ning Qingfeng also brought out a flask of fine wine, an immortal vintage.
This time and space belonged to the two of them alone. They cast their identities, cultivation, and everything else to the backs of their minds.
First, Ning Qingfeng absorbed most of the medicinal potency and vital energy from the dishes of spiritual cuisine made with Yinglong meat. Otherwise, a single bite would have made Li Yang explode and die.
Only then did they begin sipping wine and enjoying the food.
"I was very angry at first. My identity during mortal transfiguration had been exposed, and my experience ruined. But I never expected to meet you. Now I no longer need mortal transfiguration to experience those things."
Autumn waters shimmered in Ning Qingfeng's beautiful eyes, rippling with alluring emotion. She gazed at Li Yang with lowered lashes and a faint smile, subtly plucking at his heartstrings.
Li Yang's sword heart was steadfast, but the same could not be said of his heart in matters of love.
He always maintained an indifferent attitude toward everyone, whether Qian Cultivators or Kun Cultivators.
Only now, facing this person he cared about, did the spring sunshine she radiated melt his winter chill.
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