The Fusang Saintess looked towards the throne.
At some point, the Dari Swordsman had already disappeared.
It was unclear whether he had just vanished or had long been gone, leaving only a ceremonial avatar here, which also disappeared as it lost the support of Divine Soul Computational Power.
"I wish His Majesty,"
"a victorious return."
The Fusang Saintess silently blessed.
He was the one she had chosen, a Sword Cultivator destined for a lifetime of endless battles, this was his life, never changing for anyone or any reason.
No need to worry about how defeat would come.
If he fell on the battlefield, she would die simultaneously, leaving no room for further worry.
...
The Soul Flame Divine Son, who had concealed his figure and was desperately fleeing, stiffened.
Not far away, a green-clothed youth with a longsword at his waist walked over with a calm expression, contemplating as he walked.
