The Gold God was locked up. On the first day, he didn't miss her at all!
On the outskirts of an increasingly bustling, prosperous, and orderly town within the God of Spring's Divine World, a place where several young men and women of different races were frolicking, two figures walked slowly.
A gentle breeze swept through. The shade cast by the trees delineated its boundaries, with patches of light dappling the ground like paw prints inadvertently left by a Spirit Beast, yet not a single tender blade of grass was harmed.
Whether they were the ordinary denizens of this place or the Divine Generals, all could, in theory, see the two figures strolling through the woods. However, they would subconsciously ignore the sight, not casting even a fleeting glance in that direction. Even their Immortal Consciousness would perceive nothing there.
