"Xiaohui, I'm back." A smile touched Fang Yang's eyes.
"Hee hee, Ah Yang... no, hus-husband... let's drink our wedding wine," Sen Hui giggled, tilting her head slightly.
She gazed at Fang Yang, her long, limpid eyes filled with a tenderness as thick and sweet as honey.
Her single word, "husband," sent a shiver through Fang Yang, and a fire ignited within him.
.........
「The next morning.」
The newlywed couple, Fang Yang and Sen Hui, went to pay their respects to Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable.
After seeing them off, Han Wu flicked the sleeve of his Daoist robe.
WHOOSH. The Divine Light Mirror materialized, casting its faint glow into the void.
In the blink of an eye, a frost-white portal materialized, leading to the Profound Control Blessed Land.
With a mere thought, Han Wu's figure appeared within the Profound Control Blessed Land.
Such a feat was nothing short of astonishing.
