“Little Snow, let’s go!”
“I’ve shown you what you wanted to see. From now on, you shall return to the Star Luo Imperial Palace and plan that matter!”
Outside the Spirit Hall Academy, a man and a woman stood motionlessly in mid-air, gazing from afar at the commendation ceremony taking place in the plaza.
The man’s appearance was still as handsome as it was six years ago; time had left no trace on his face.
The Arbitration Elder, Qian Daoliu!
Beside him stood Qian Renxue.
Six years had passed. Wang Zhong had grown up, and so had she.
The little princess who once wore a pure white princess dress had changed her attire.
Her slender, tall body had a graceful physique. Gilded armor and a flowing dress covered her, accentuating her curves. Her golden hair cascaded down to her waist, smooth and radiant like sunshine. Two pairs of solid angel wings unfurled from her graceful spine.
A holy, radiant power emanated from her seemingly delicate and tender body, making her appear like an angel!
No, inheriting the bloodline of the Qian family and awakening the Angel Martial Soul, she was indeed an angel.
“Grandfather, you go first. I have some matters to attend to.”
Her delicate features were exquisite, her complexion fair and smooth, like fine warm jade. Her slender willow brows were slightly furrowed, and beneath them, her pair of purplish eyes held a hint of complexity.
Her red lips parted slightly, and the wings behind her fluttered. She transformed into a streak of light, circling the plaza, and landed lightly in a forest containing a small wooden cabin.
As before, nothing here had changed.
Forest, river, wooden cabin.
She extended a hand as delicate as jade and pushed open the cabin door. The interior furnishings were also unchanged.
Perhaps it was because she had grown taller, or perhaps it was because she was wearing golden high-heeled boots, but the once adequately sized wooden cabin now seemed rather short.
She lowered her head slightly and stepped inside. Qian Renxue looked up at the rudimentary drawing of a judgment she had etched in a moment of playfulness, her jade teeth biting her red lips.
“This is the twelfth blade!”
Golden light flashed in her slender palm, condensing into a soul power that grew into a majestic and brilliant Angel Sacred Sword.
She pointed the long sword at the simple drawing above her head and gracefully swung it. A sketch of a sacred sword appeared behind the small angel.
This drawing had been altered a total of twelve times while Wang Zhong was not paying attention!
Each alteration added another sacred sword.
And each sacred sword represented her pain and her rage.
The twelve layers of accumulation meant she had long endured to her limit!
The sacred sword swung, releasing sword energy that sliced through the roof as if it were tofu. Only the wooden board etched with the judgment pattern fell into Qian Renxue’s hand.
Holding this wooden board, Qian Renxue walked out of the cabin and stood before the river. The sacred sword was planted in the ground beside her. She tilted her head to look at the sky, silently waiting.
The sky gradually darkened, the full moon rose, and then set again.
As the next morning arrived, sunlight streamed down from the sky. Faint, almost imperceptible golden spiritual power silently spread in one direction.
Just waking from her sleep, rubbing her slightly swollen temples, Wang Zhong yawned and slowly washed up.
Because Bibi Dong had taken them as disciples, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan were extremely excited. They chatted with Wang Zhong the entire night until the first light of day appeared, and then, unable to hold on any longer, they went back to sleep.
Although he had slept for a short time, for Wang Zhong, whose daily routines were ingrained, he would always wake up at this hour, regardless of how late he slept.
The day’s plan begins in the morning! Cultivation could not be slackened.
But just as he finished washing up, a very subtle spiritual power reached him.
“I’m waiting for you at the wooden cabin!”
This familiar and sacred feeling filled Wang Zhong with a sudden surge of joy.
“Sister Xue!”
His companion, who had bid him farewell in the simulated environment and then disappeared, had returned.
Filled with the joy of reunion, Wang Zhong pushed open the apartment door and ran out excitedly.
He sped like lightning, transforming into a blur, and when he arrived at the wooden cabin, the figure standing there with her head tilted truly filled Wang Zhong with a breathtaking sense of awe.
She was incredibly beautiful! Just like the radiant and fiery purity that descended from the sky, melting away the ice and snow.
“Sister Xue, long time no see!”
Wang Zhong’s excited voice pulled Qian Renxue out of her daze of looking up at the sky and back to reality.
Turning to look at the face filled with joy and happiness, her purplish eyes faltered slightly.
“Do you want to be friends with me?”
“Can’t we?”
The question and answer, the past words still echoing in her ears, Qian Renxue sighed, “Long time no see.”
“However, I never wanted to see you!”
The sudden, resolute, and heartless words froze the smile on Wang Zhong’s face. The joy he felt from reuniting with a friend was instantly doused like a basin of cold water, plunging him into an icy valley.
Why would it be like this?
“Follow me!”
Her golden wings unfurled, Qian Renxue soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of light and vanishing in one direction.
Wang Zhong’s emerald green eyes were filled with profound confusion. However, he still unfurled his Six-Winged Purple Light Wings, ascended into the sky, and prepared to chase after Qian Renxue.
But in mid-air, Wang Zhong saw the entire roof of the destroyed wooden cabin.
A premonition of ill omen suddenly arose in his heart, but he gently suppressed it. His Six-Winged Purple Light Wings beat, and he sped towards the golden streak of light ahead.
Her eyes, as bright as stars, flickered backward. In an instant, Qian Renxue felt a suffocating ache in her heart.
Six-Winged Purple Light Wings!
Identical external spirit bones. So similar! How much they resembled each other!
They were more like mother and son, weren’t they?
Her eyes closed slightly, and a drop of golden tear silently slid down. Qian Renxue’s speed abruptly increased, transforming into a golden lightning bolt, and in the blink of an eye, she had opened a vast distance between herself and Wang Zhong.
Frowning, Wang Zhong’s Six-Winged Purple Light Wings were about to accelerate when a tiny, crystal-clear bright spot, a mere glance, captivated his attention.
He extended his hand, a gentle surge of soul power flowing out. Wang Zhong held the tiny crystal in his palm. The golden light was warm, causing his heart to tremble uncontrollably.
She was crying!
Why!
The Six-Winged Purple Light Wings also accelerated fiercely, transforming into a purple lightning bolt, closely tailing Qian Renxue and continuously closing the distance.
In just a moment, their figures had flown out of the academy and deep into the Star Dou Forest behind it.
Only then did Qian Renxue’s speed suddenly decrease, and she slowly descended towards the forest below. Seeing this, Wang Zhong also retracted his purple wings and landed in the woods.
Dappled sunlight filtered through the trees, casting spots of light on their bodies.
Neither of them spoke. A silent, profound stillness pervaded the space between them, creating an exceptionally complex and oppressive atmosphere.