The figure stood tall and graceful, holding a three-foot Qing Feng, putting even the demeanor of Sword Immortals to shame.
A true man should be like this!
Lin Cheng stared blankly at Wang Xuan, as if petrified. Four years apart, longing had turned into a sea, now bursting as tears flowed.
In the Changsheng Group, she was a decisive leader, whose developed products benefited countless people, so glamorous. Yet in front of Wang Xuan, she was just a small woman, tiny in comparison.
With this one look, it seemed eternal.
Wang Xuan still bathed in thunder, with coils of dragon-like lightning roaring towards him. Any one of these Celestial Tribulations could incinerate a Pure Yang cultivator, yet he strolled leisurely, seeing nothing.
This divine being's demeanor captivated many a fairy and drew the gaze of countless cultivators, all marveling at this sight.
"This Wang Xuan is really arrogant." Yue Yiyi snuggled into her master's embrace, never getting enough of its warmth.
