Wu Xia slightly lifted his body and looked at the golden light shining down from above.
This gentle golden light, after falling upon Emperor Qing and Fan Ruoruo, transformed their souls, that had been emitting a black aura, into souls emitting a silver essence.
Emperor Qing's face was still the same, yet the malicious air was gone, replaced by kindness and gentleness.
Wu Xia's gaze was profound as he met with the true Emperor Qing, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
This was the real supreme deity!
That was the legendary figure, and now he was standing before him with such benevolence—something he was witnessing with his own eyes.
The white-flecked hair, the tender gaze, it was like looking at his own grandfather.
"Young man, thank you!"
Emperor Qing slowly spoke, his voice quivering slightly, yet powerful.
"Emperor Qing!"
Wu Xia immediately bowed in respect.
"There's no need for such formalities," Emperor Qing said softly, "It is I who should be bowing to you!"
"Don't!"
