The Fusang Saintess was asking.
She asked whether the chosen majesty would accept her love, sharing life and death in the future, accompanying each other for a lifetime.
How would this green-clothed youth respond?
In this world, could there really be beings who would betray such a woman?
Clang!
The green-clothed youth didn't answer, unsure whether it was agreement or rejection.
He drew his sword, cold murderous intent surging as he walked toward the Fusang Sun Immortal Fruit, stopping in a place shrouded in time-space fog, and looked back at the woman.
Within it, there was the aura of an Eighth-step Daoist.
No matter where this Eighth-step Daoist came from or for what purpose, it was unimportant; the only thing that mattered was that this Eighth-step Daoist violated the Xianmen Sect laws, and thus could die.
"This is time-space fog, which might intersect with another sect."
