Sure enough, as Changtian's aura was just rising, a tender little hand extended from behind him, gripping his palm and gently shaking it: "Don't fight."
Touching Changtian when he was ready to unleash was an extremely dangerous act; for anyone else, the fierce aura would find an outlet, directly pulverizing them. But as Ning Xiaoxian touched his fingertips, their Divine Power, originating from the same source, entwined and merged effortlessly.
With her smooth hand holding his, the killing intent within Changtian began to slowly fade away.
After a dozen breaths, peace returned to all corners.
Miluo's face still held a smile, but his red eyes dimmed, and his heart was bitter. These two, have they reached such a level of understanding? Putting aside his gloomy emotions, he called out: "Ning Xiaoxian!"
Her lively figure emerged from behind Changtian: "Ha? Long time no see."
