Suddenly, a clear, melodious, and familiar voice cried out, "Hold your hand! That's my husband!"
The Divine Statue abruptly stopped and turned its head back toward the Divine Temple, seemingly stunned.
Wen Qianqian flew gracefully out of the Divine Temple and landed before Fang Cheng. Looking at the astonished man, a sweet smile bloomed on her gorgeous face. "What, you didn't expect me to show up here, did you?"
She might as well have said, "Surprise! Bet you didn't see that coming!"
Fang Cheng glanced at the Divine Statue that Wen Qianqian had stopped, then back at the delicate and stunningly beautiful young woman before him. He was utterly baffled.
"How are you here?" he couldn't help but ask.
Wen Qianqian took his hand and, in a soft, gentle voice, recounted everything that had happened.
At the end of her story, she said softly, "There are two drops of Holy-Grade Celestial Dew here. I'll keep one, and the other should be yours."
"Wait!"
