Amidst the lingering smoke and debris from the explosion, two figures clashed, their auras radiating the power of High Gods.
"Feng Ling," a slender woman in a flowing white robe called out, her voice strained but resolute. "I've told you countless times you've misunderstood me. There is nothing between me and Ye Xuan."
Feng Ling, her crimson robes swirling around her, scoffed. "Spare me your lies, Nangong Yuxuan. Your manipulative ways won't fool me. Everyone in the Nine Heavens knows you for who you truly are—a shameless harlot who steals other women's husbands!"
Nangong Yuxuan, a flicker of despair visible through her veil. She remained silent and decided to leave. Her aura surged as her figure moved into the distance in the blink of an eye.
"Coward!" Feng Ling roared, her crimson blade a blur as she pursued.
