"My name is Ye Guyi, Sacred Angel. Thank you for saving me."
Ye Guyi gently pressed a hand to her chest and gave Ling Bai a deep bow.
It was both the Sacred Angel's reverence for the Six-Winged Angel and her personal recognition and gratitude toward Ling Bai.
Ling Bai gazed at the holy face so close before him and realized that their features bore a slight resemblance.
Back then, the Angel Holy Sword and Bibi Dong had chosen him. His original bloodline had been replaced by the blood of the twin gods, Angel and Rakshasa, ultimately making him seventy percent similar in appearance to Qian Renxue, the last Angel God.
Ye Guyi's ancestor had likewise received Qian Renxue's blessing. After ten thousand years of change, reproduction, and mingling bloodlines, Ye Guyi had still inherited her ancestor's grace. It showed just how powerful the angel bloodline was.
After bowing, Ye Guyi seemed to notice it as well. Her clear golden eyes lingered faintly on Ling Bai's face, a delighted smile shining within them.
"You think we look alike?" Ling Bai asked first.
Ye Guyi smiled and nodded. "The angel bloodline flows through both of us, but you are obviously far stronger than I am. A thousand, perhaps even ten thousand years ago, we probably shared the same ancestor."
"Tracing things back to their origin, our ancestor is the Angel God."
Ling Bai slowly extended a finger. Blazing golden sacred fire danced at its tip, then transformed into angels who brought salvation and rescued the innocent civilians on the altar.
The sacred fire, possessing three ultimate attributes, held an immense allure. Ye Guyi could not help raising her hand, wanting to catch that strand of light. Ling Bai smiled, and the Angel Sacred Fire flew like a streak of radiance into