Xuanyu Realm.
On the peak of a towering mountain, Fang Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, the wide sleeves of his grand robes whipping and cracking in the fierce wind.
Before him, a potted Snow Lotus hung quietly in the void. A clear light coiled around the Snow Lotus, materializing into a familiar, graceful, and tall figure.
—Yan Shutong.
"Young Master…"
Yan Shutong spoke softly, giving Fang Cheng a deep curtsy.
Fang Cheng laughed nonchalantly. "I wasn't going to look for trouble with you, yet you've come knocking on my door."
Yan Shutong had used him to unwittingly help her steal the Tier Five Feather Divine Soldiers, and he had even been nearly suppressed and trapped in the Profound Celestial Demon City by Ling Yan. Seeing this woman again, the trace of anger in his heart naturally rekindled.
"Young Master, please quell your anger. I have appeared this time to offer you a humble gift as a token of my apology," Yan Shutong said unhurriedly.
