Liyu said, "You've only interacted with him a few times—do you truly understand him? Still, Mingzi's temperament really is well‑suited to staying in the Xuanhuang Martial Hall."
Xuantian asked gently, "Following you to shoulder debts?"
The two Artifact Spirits started quarreling.
The night wind brushed past; the ribbon at Jiang Ran's waist fluttered, her long black skirt snapped and rustled in the wind, outlining her tall, slender figure in a flawless silhouette.
Her heart was far from calm. Back then, when they first met on Black and White Mountain, the man before her had only just set foot on the path of cultivation. In merely seven years, he was already revealing the bearing of a Great Saint.
An unusual look surfaced on her jade‑white pretty face, her eyes grew ever brighter, and in the end she really couldn't hold back. "Princess Qin, dare you face me in a battle at the same realm?"
