Su Yao extended her jade hand and gently caressed the back of Liang Hui's hand, her icy features softening into tenderness.
"No matter what you do, I will support you!"
Qing Tian, Feng Li, and the other women looked on thoughtfully at the scene before them.
After a long conversation, they left one by one.
Huang Ying, Su Yao, Qing Tian, and Feng Li went to oversee the merger of the forces from the two realms.
Liang Hui stood alone by the lakeside, caressing the Little Tower hanging from his waist.
The Little Tower had five layers, each engraved with mysterious patterns and various images, its body a sky blue color.
Indistinctly, one could still hear the prayers and bows of myriad beings.
Cang Tower!
A Divine Court Heavy Weapon, the object of countless beings' faith.
He toyed with the Little Tower for a while.
Liang Hui took a step forward, entered the Divine Capital, and arrived at his closed-door cultivation place.
