The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but only near dusk.
The last ray of the sunset shone on the softly golden Xuanyuan Sword, its sword light reflecting a sacred sheen.
In the midst of this golden glow, Gongcheng Diewu's already stunning visage took on an added sanctity, making her seem more like an inviolable Fairy than a woman who already had a daughter.
Zhou Yan instinctively memorized this moment, remembered Gongcheng Diewu's unparalleled beauty at this instant.
Perhaps, even after many years, he would still be unable to forget this scene.
However, in life, there are more things than just this peerless beauty, much like Gongcheng Diewu's unspoken yet complex emotions.
Life is complicated.
Gongcheng Diewu's heart is also complicated.
"Qing Wan's father, who is he after all?"
Zhou Yan pondered for a moment, then asked again.
