492, (first update)

There, under the light.

In the mist, the figure standing opposite Zheng Chuyi was undoubtedly—

Mo Qingyi.

Though her face was the same, her entire aura had changed, with a slight upward curve of her cat-like eyes, which flickered with intelligent light.

Her beauty did not undermine her heroism.

Had one not seen it with their own eyes, no one could believe that this person was actually Mo Qingyi.

The usually careless, weak Mo Qingyi.

If Duanmu Zhe remembered correctly, this person had once been scared to tears by a mouse.

"Qingyi..." Duanmu Zhe couldn't help but murmur softly.

Upon hearing him, the woman slowly turned her head, squinting slightly, "Duanmu Xiaosi, your goddess has come to save you on a multicolored cloud. Aren't you touched?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, her playful nature was revealed, contrasting sharply with her previous demeanor.

Duanmu Zhe smiled helplessly.