Everything seemed just as it had always been.
The white hair fluttered in the wind, intertwining above the Longsword on Su Bei's back.
The same white robe, the same gentle smile, yet Li Zijun was certain that this was not the "him" she had longed for.
Ji Nanjue, still reeling from her earlier shock, stared wide-eyed at the scene before her as a realization dawned.
"Husband... you?"
Li Zijun is the daughter of the Confucian Sage; she should be cultivating the Confucian heart-mind method, right? How could she be cultivating swordsmanship with you? Even if she agreed, how could the Confucian Sage possibly consent? What exactly happened just now?
