January 19.
This is a special day, marking the one-year anniversary since Lu Ran and Deng Yuxiang entered the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm.
At this moment, they are both in the Feixian Hall.
Deng Yuxiang leans against the smoothly polished stone wall, her gaze glancing over the devout figures, looking deep into the hall at the youth standing in midair.
No matter how many times she sees that Black Gold Emperor Robe, it never gets old to her.
She has to admit, the Sect Leader's wife has decent taste.
"One year..."
Deng Yuxiang sighs inwardly, glancing around Feixian Hall.
Nearly two hundred disciples of the Ran Sect, one after another, as if protectors capable of destroying heavens and earth.
Who would have thought that when they first arrived in this realm, the two were chased down and fled miserably, with only each other to depend upon...
Reflecting on those tough times, Deng Yuxiang felt quite sentimental.
Now, it seems he has everything.
Great power, loyal subordinates.
