Several days later...
The Holy City was as bustling as ever!
Yet as Yang Tian set foot here, his expression held a trace of composure. Two years of facing the Demon Race had helped him mature!
Ten years old. He had been here for ten years already!
At ten, his handsome face had grown more resolute, and his long black hair now reached past his shoulders.
His pale golden eyes were so clear, so sacred!
Then a young girl in a Priest's robe came along, laughing and playing with her companions.
But she accidentally bumped straight into Yang Tian's arms.
"Are you all right?" Yang Tian asked with concern as he steadied her.
After all, his external spiritual power had already reached a level beyond the limits. A delicate girl like her was hardly likely to hurt him.
"Qingqing!"
"Qingqing, are you all right?"
Her two companions hurried over and pulled the girl out of Yang Tian's arms, asking anxiously.
"Don't you watch where you're going?"
One of the more spoiled girls then snapped at Yang Tian.
Yang Tian looked at her and smiled faintly. "Then may I ask, does your family own this road?"
"You're sticking your nose into everything. Besides, you weren't the one who fell into my arms. What are you jealous of?"
The moment Yang Tian opened his mouth, he was blunt as could be!
Perhaps he had spent too much time with Liu Nian and those other fellows.
"You!" The girl was left speechless.
"Me? What about me?" Yang Tian pointed at himself and asked the girl.
"I suppose it's just my bad luck, you spoiled brat!"
Yang Tian looked at the girl and spoke without a hint of courtesy.
Then he turned to the girl called Qingqing and gave her a gentle smile.
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