The Xianglu Mountain Range remained ever tranquil and beautiful, like a monochrome ink painting—breathtaking and serene. It was so enchanting that one could become intoxicated and lose themselves in its beauty, struggling to break free.
And at this moment, amidst this picturesque scenery, a White Jade Flyer was silently poised, emitting a faint light. Its transcendent aura was intimidating, almost untouchable, instilling fear in those who beheld it.
Inside the Flying Craft, Fang Yang's punishment of Wen Chanyi had just concluded. Wen Chanyi was biting her lip, her eyes filled with beguiling threads, as if layers of spring water were rippling within them.
It seemed she still harbored some reluctance, unable to bear the thought of ending things so directly.
Meanwhile, thunder rumbled, and a majestic voice descended from the heavens, through the Nether River, breaking through the prohibitions, and rolling in from among the maple leaves.
