Ye Xuan had been in the Church Court for almost a year.
After the battle at Flame Mountain, he was severely injured and nearly died.
But fortunately, he had refined the Emperor Essence Blood beforehand and fused it with the Power of Laws within the chains of judgment, which saved his life.
The heart that was pierced by the chains gradually healed over the year.
The new heart was identical to the old one.
The person he loved in the past, he still loved deeply now.
Ye Xuan, dressed in a purple robe, stood by the window of the Church Court, looking at the Lan Country's planted phoenix trees on the street outside and the plump pigeons, with a wry smile appearing on his face.
Archbishop Elhui, following behind Ye Xuan, asked in puzzlement, "Your Holiness, you…"
"Nothing. Go about your duties!"
Ye Xuan smiled faintly and said softly.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
Archbishop Elhui turned and left.
