Nangong Shou, You Better Swear

"You!" Nangong Shou was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He didn't expect Beiting Huang to be so despicable. He wasn't as open-minded as Ximen Song and Dongfang Ao. He saw Beiting Huang as a thorn in his side. If Beiting Huang hadn't shouted at the top of her lungs, the Divine Hall of Judgment wouldn't have interfered. "Brat, it's none of your business whether I swear or not."

"Sir Nangong Shou, you should swear. I'm waiting!" Ximen Song's entire person was like a pine tree under the moonlight. Even if he was sitting in a place like the Wanderer's Camp, the undulating Soul Breaking Mountain Range could be seen from the window. However, when he saw Nangong Shou, he was reminded of this scene. The clear moonlight shone down, and the sound of flowers blooming could be heard. The fragrance of the night incense wafted in through the window, and everything seemed blurry and beautiful.