Feiyun sat on the pavilion with his sleeves slightly fluttering from the light breezes, looking as gallant as ever as he took a sip of wine from the bronze cup.

Swallowing noises came from his throat; his face was drowned in enjoyment.

Ningshuai glanced at him and wasn’t afraid either: “Brother Yi, why are you still here?”

Feiyun put the cup down and gestured for Ruixin to pour him another. He then answered: “Miss Yuji still hasn't left and I’m no coward.”

Yuji Lanlan was indeed still here and didn’t leave with the heretical lords. No one could see her face due to a layer of pink mist. However, she was clearly laughing now - a sound as beautiful as the fireworks during summer.

“Yin Yang Worlds are two monstrous powers that have been around for who knows how many years. There are creatures there that have lived for more than ten thousand...