Several more months passed.
Jiang Yang came to the Luo River, descended to its depths, and arrived before an underwater palace.
This was the place where Feng Luobin cultivated, as Filiya had told him, so he had come to take a look.
Jiang Yang had only just reached the entrance to the underwater palace when he saw its great doors swing open.
An incomparably beautiful, pink-haired figure rushed toward him.
He helplessly opened his arms.
Soon, a warm, soft beauty nestled in his embrace, and the woman's voice murmured from his arms, light and clear as spring water.
"My divine master, it's been over ten thousand years. I've finally seen you again."
"It's been a long time, Luo Bin."
Jiang Yang sighed softly, stroked her pink hair, and drew her out of his embrace.
He looked at the tall goddess before him, her neck long and graceful, her fair skin revealed, her figure willowy and elegant, her beauty breathtaking.
He remembered what she had looked like when they first met at the bow of the boat.
That thin, tiny figure seemed to appear before his eyes, softening his heart.
Feng Luobin's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were actually full of little stars twinkling like a young girl's.
It was hard to imagine.
The sword-bearing holy maiden of Green World, the river goddess of Mayi World, the Luo River Goddess who had been most popular among the male gods of the Divine Clan in recent years-in front of Jiang Yang, she no longer wore the demeanor of an icy beauty, but instead looked just like a young girl.
"You crossed countless reaches of space and time, journeyed all the way to Earth, and still had to stay here to keep watch for the Divine Clan. You've had a hard time,