The Dari Swordsman left, moving swiftly.
Although he walked calmly and confidently, there was nonetheless a sense of embarrassment, giving the illusion of fleeing after a defeat.
The Fusang Saintess lay within the Fusang Divine Tree, softly humming a song, the fleeting sadness and disappointment on her face cautiously hidden as if they were mere illusions.
It was clear that her mood was very good.
"Congratulations,"
"It seems that you hold some place in his heart after all."
In the glow, a demure figure appeared.
The Fusang Saintess of the present and of time both appeared simultaneously, revealing distinct differences when compared.
The present Fusang Saintess was more composed and cheerful, while the Fusang Saintess in time seemed like a rabbit, giving the impression that she might flee at any moment.
"Of course."
"The person I chose and love could hardly not have me in their heart?"
The present Fusang Saintess lifted her smooth chin proudly.
