Ji Xueyan's Confession in the Asura Arena

Beijing.

Above the dark clouds.

Zhang Ronghua and Yang Hongling sat side by side, less than a fist apart. They had been looking at each other until now. Unknowingly, it was already dawn.

Yang Hongling stretched out her jade-like hand and stroked her hair, which had been messed up by the Nine Heavens Squall. She turned her head and said," You still have to attend court tomorrow. It's time to go back."

"Are you done?"

" One has to learn to be content. If you get tired of looking at beautiful things once, it'll be boring."

"You're quite open-minded." Zhang Ronghua smiled knowingly.

He controlled the black cloud to charge toward the ground. In a few breaths, he landed on the ground.

He waved his right hand and kept it.

The two of them walked side by side and headed outside.