Shi Feiyang gazed at the enemies strewn across the ground, his spine, taut as a bowstring, finally relaxed a bit. On the Celestial Frost Blade, ice crystals mixed with beads of blood refracted a cold yet dazzling light under the setting sun, as if the light were the reflection of all the bloody battles he had fought to reach this point.
Xie Wen descended lightly to the ground like a feather, wrapped in the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. Guo Xiangyu within the net could no longer hold back; her skirt fluttered like a young swallow eager to return to its nest, as she plunged straight into Shi Feiyang's arms.
The subtle jasmine scent from her hair entwined with the pungent smell of blood on the ground, forming the most heart-stirring fragrance in the world at that moment.
