Half a month later…
The Great Yin Dynasty, 3465 meters above Wang City.
"Whoosh!"
A crimson sword that looked like it was made from rubies, with a two-headed snake formed by three blue flames on its blade, was giving off a hissing burning sound.
The longsword slashed through the sky, creating a bright red mark.
Yuanguang Rong gently pulled back the longsword and looked down at the wide expanse of Wang City.
Grayish-white buildings spread out beneath her feet in distinguishable layers, as if they were wooden toys that would break easily.
In the distance, a group of dark blue eagles was circling the Star Tower in Wang City.
From Yuanguang Rong's angle, those tiny blue dots were like nothing at all.
A figure of a man made from clouds appeared beside Yuanguang Rong, and asked softly, "Rong, that Juanheng from Great Song has returned. What do you want to do with her?"
