The Names On The Stone Monument

Li Hanyou’s bloodshot eyes stared at that Qin Wentian who had completely disregarded her. As she stretched out her own hand and gingerly touched the burning hot sensation that was still continuing to linger on her face. Her normally beautiful countenance began to give off a malevolent sensation. As a Heaven Chosen of the Li Clan she had never experienced humiliation like she had today when Qin Wentian harshly slapped her. That slap had not only struck her face, it hit at her pride as well.

Yet Qin Wentian didn’t think too much about it as he continued to make his way forwards. Upon reaching the very end of the converging point, he gazed out at the vast space before him.