"Feng Monarch, if I am lucky, maybe we can meet in the Qing-Yun Realm someday." Bing Xinyue turned around, then she walked further and further with her clothes flying. "When you rush up to the Qing-Yun Realm, let’s talk about the promise… If destiny doesn’t allow it, never mind."
She didn’t wait for Ye Xiao’s answer. She just left. Within seconds, she had long vanished into the sky.
[To know that you have gotten through this crisis, I feel happy about it.]
[I feel especially relieved.]
[I have nothing to worry about in here.]
[There will never be anybody in this world who can threaten you after this crisis, I think.]
[Me and Chuchu, we never can see your true face. I won’t wait though.]
[So be it.]
[Since destiny gave us the chance to meet, why don’t we leave the future to destiny and see if it will bring us together again. If we will never meet, that means it is not our destiny!]
