Fan Wubing did not joyfully approach, but stood still, gazing at Si Jiuyou on the throne.
The way Si Jiuyou looked at him hadn't changed; it was still filled with the affection and concern of a senior sister toward her junior brother. She wore a cloak of crimson-gold feathers and a feathered crown on her head. Normally she wore no makeup, but now she had golden eyeliner and gilt lip gloss.
She appeared as noble as someone who had never been among mortals.
She slightly opened her mouth, her voice soft and beautiful, with the sweetness of a young girl,
"Wubing, this journey has been too long."
But she was not an ignorant maiden; she was a queen standing above all beings and fate.
Fan Wubing lowered his eyes slightly and replied softly,
"Indeed, twenty-five thousand seven hundred and eighty-three years have passed. Our meeting was the beginning of chaos. Our reunion..."
He stopped, looking at Si Jiuyou.
Si Jiuyou added softly to his words,
"...is the end of chaos."
