"The people of the Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace are truly shameless. So many of you attacking a wounded and weak woman, it's really disgraceful."
The young man smiled slightly, then turned his gaze to another place, where a woman in white clothes, surprised by his sudden appearance, looked at him with an incredulous expression on her pale yet charming face.
Looking at the heartbreakingly pale face, Ye Xuan's eyes softened, and his gentle voice drifted softly.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"Ye Xuan..."
Ling Qianxue stared at the young man standing at the edge of the ravine, and after a moment, a stunning smile slowly appeared on her pale yet charming face, a kind of joyous smile of suddenly being struck by great hope amidst despair, beautiful and moving.
