The Breathing of Magical Sword

Shen Lian took Fang Yanying and left for the north. The endless ravaged land formed from the damage of trial of divine lightning brought out the two lonely silhouette. Until the two shadows left the sight in her limpid eyes, she finally stopped looking.

Not long ago, her life was at stake, it was unpredictable if she could live or had to die. Now that Shen Lian had left, she was unsure if she would be able to repay his favor. Living in the world with the abyss of worldly suffering, there would be unavoidable ebb and flow. She exhibited a faint smile, vanished into the sky with her divine lights. No matter what happened to Shen Lian, she should continue do what she should be doing. She should pick up and sort Luoism out again. After all, she should teach Tianmeng a lesson, or else, where would her indescribable divine solemnity be placed at?