The sky grew late, and dusk drew near.
The golden setting sun hung on the horizon, its light spilling over Jiang Water in shimmering ripples, a sight of boundless beauty.
Beside Jiang Water, the Nine-Headed Serpent's corpse, as large as a small hill, lay sprawled across the riverbank.
Dark red blood stained the river's surface. A school of fish bobbed in the water, seemingly drinking the blood.
Standing on the Nine-Headed Serpent's corpse, Jiang Yang flicked the blood from the Sword in the Stone and casually tucked it into the animal-sinew cord at his waist. Then he jumped down from the corpse, walked to the river's edge, and scooped up a handful of water to wash his face.
Afterward.
Jiang Yang glanced around, then smiled and spoke into the empty air.
"Little Luo Bin, you've followed me all this way. There's no one here now. Come out."
"Hehehe~ divine master."
A beautiful goddess, her skin so fair it seemed to glow, stepped out of thin air, came to Jiang Yang's side, and gave him a sheepish smile.
Seeing Feng Luobin grinning away, Jiang Yang rolled his eyes, his anger flaring, and snapped.
"What, little one, your wings have grown strong enough that you dare lay hands on your master? Hurry up and bring that face here!"
The Luo River goddess puffed out her cheeks, but she did not dare resist Jiang Yang's command. She bent down and brought her beautiful, jade-like little face, so fair it seemed to glow, close to him.
"Hmph!"
Jiang Yang reached out, ignoring her pitiful expression, and pinched Feng Luobin's tender, smooth cheeks, one in each hand, then pulled hard.
"Awoo~~"
At once, accompanied by Feng Luobin's unwilling cry, her lovely face was stretched into a pancake.
"Hahaha, now I feel better."
At the sight,