In the deep mountains and dense forests of Ning Country, a sudden burst of golden light startled the wild beasts and birds, sending them fleeing in a frenzy. Within the golden light, the faint silhouette of a person could be discerned.
He had hair as black as ink and his long robes fluttered in the wind, his distinct black-and-white pupils seeming to reflect the heavens and earth. His entire body was incandescent, emitting a golden radiance as if it were cast from gold. He was filled with a divine aura, but beneath this divinity lurked an eerie Demonic Nature—a perfect union of the sacred and the profane.
This person was none other than Su Han!
"My injuries have finally, fully recovered." Basking in the brilliant sunlight and feeling the vigorous life force between heaven and earth, Su Han couldn't help but sigh in contentment.
