Final

In the mountains of Craftsman Sects.

Daisy sat on the ground, his purple and gold skirt flat on the ground, and the clouds were like fairyland. The strange sea of clouds around adds a mystery.

Daisy gazed at Mason lying in his arms with beautiful eyes. He was topless, with bronzed skin and strong muscles, and no longer had the scars of Mori's white ribs.

At this point, Mason's whole body wounds have recovered well, his eyes are closed, he lies quietly in Daisy's arms, his hands gently brushing Mason's rigid face like a knife cutting an axe.

"Why do you have to work so hard to let you compete for the first place? I just want to cultivate your strong heart. If it's just for the sake of opening the sky, I will help you take out the first place!" Daisy's voice, if there is no one, is blown into the sea of clouds by the cool breeze, which is extremely ethereal.