Shiheng stood calmly in the hall, his aura so thoroughly restrained that he seemed to blend into the surrounding air, without the slightest trace of fierce killing intent.
Grand Duke Kelin watched him, his eyes filled with gratification and wonder. What an existence a Saint was-that was a realm beyond mortality. He himself had already reached warrior of the ninth rank peak, yet he still had no idea how to reach the Saint realm, having made not a shred of progress in seventy years. That step was like an impassable chasm, its barrier unbreakable, offering not the slightest hope of becoming a Saint. Yet at his age, Shiheng already possessed the potential to rival a Saint. Even a one-in-ten-thousand chance of becoming a Saint was an immense opportunity. He said gravely, "With you here, Shiheng, why would we need to seek support from the Feng Lai Kingdom? Unless a Saint intervenes, no one is your match."
Hearing this, Kelin Xiaoman, who stood nearby, instantly filled with joy. As the principality's princess, she held an exalted position, yet she could not escape the shackles of fate. All her former worries had stemmed from her helplessness at being unable to decide her own future. Now, however, she had not only gained her father's approval but also had the man she loved standing before her to protect her. Her happiness almost overflowed from her eyes.
Yet amid her joy, a quiet fear of loss crept into her heart. Looking at Shiheng, she could not help thinking, He's so outstanding. Could he already have another woman by his side? He's never shown the slightest romantic interest when we've spent time together. Could this all be one-sided, while he sees me as nothing more than an ordinary friend?
As she pondered, Grand Duke Kelin turned