There was a rampant, "old lady is the queen" kind of wild arrogance.
Duo Ying and the others secretly clicked their tongues.
What day was it today, that all these legendary figures had appeared?
"Ms. Jiang..."
Dugu Luoxue looked at Jiang Yi, hesitating to speak.
Snowflakes drifted down gently, landing on the woman, each flake as if it were a delicate brushstroke from heaven and earth, painting an ink wash scroll with an endless, profound meaning.
In the end, the woman said nothing and turned to leave.
Steward Gu glanced at Jiang Shouzhong, following closely behind Shangguan Yunjin, and quickly, their figures disappeared.
The great battle thus came to a close, leaving everyone with complex emotions.
As Dugu Luoxue left, the snowflakes in the sky also gradually vanished as if it had all been a dream.
Jiang Shouzhong, still leaning on his sword, stood tall and straight like a pine, unshaking and steadfast.
Hold on! Hold on a little longer! He absolutely couldn't fall!