Atop the city wall, the queen watched Tang Sanzang's figure from afar. Shangguan Ling spoke softly at her side, "Your Majesty, it's not too late to stop them now. If they leave, I fear no man will ever come to our Women's Country again... You might have some regrets for the rest of your life."
The queen shook her head and took out a book from her bosom, which read—"The True Scriptures of Wishes".
"What is this?" Shangguan Ling, herself a cultivator, cried out in astonishment, "Is this the Cultivation Method of the True Immortal of Wishes?"
The queen nodded, speaking earnestly and seriously, "It fell when he died. Tang Sanzang's strength is unfathomably deep, it's true that as a queen wanting to marry him, I fall short by far. Starting today, you will teach me cultivation, and when the day comes that I surpass him, I will pin him down on the bed, and have him loyally be my bride! Quietly staying home to look after the children!"