Butterfly Sword Palace.
Bedroom.
At this moment, Hong Yuan lifted the covers and slowly got up.
After dressing, he pushed open the room door, flew out of Butterfly Sword Blessed Land, and prepared to go teach Hua Menghuang.
Just as he left, the disheveled Butterfly Sword Martial Saint instantly opened her eyes, her gaze full of longing as she watched his figure.
"Soon, the battle for Destiny will be over."
"By then, Qing will be able to join with me in joyous union, and our status will be solidified..."
As a noble lady of an ancient clan, the actions of Butterfly Sword Martial Saint Ji Limin were quite unorthodox.
Without exaggeration, she and "Bo Qing" could be cursed as an immoral couple by those old guards.
However, since both of them were Seventh Order Sword Saints with great power and broad prospects for the future, there was simply no one who dared to confront them and accuse them of any wrongdoing.
This world, after all, was a world where power reigned supreme!
