The sky was dim.
Inside the sovereign's tent, candlelight flickered brightly, illuminating the space as if it were day.
It was a stark contrast to the darkness of the past.
For Fang Yang had returned.
At this moment, Fang Yang was reclining languidly in the main seat.
A cluster of orange-yellow divine light hovered gently in the air before him, radiating a brilliant glow.
[Fusang Branches]
Fang Yang was silent, merely gazing at the Fusang Branches.
This Tier Seven Sacred Material was a fortuitous gift from Yu Zither Immortal.
Regardless, by the code of the righteous path, he now owed Yu Zither Immortal a favor.
But at this moment, he wasn't thinking of Yu Zither Immortal.
With a mental SPLASH, a beautiful silhouette surfaced in the lake of his heart.
Sen Hui!
Sen Hui was dressed in green robes. Her figure was slender, her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her beauty could topple nations.
