The servant in white lowered her head. No one could see her expression. But the sorrow that surrounded her was so strong, like the currents of a flowing river.
"Next time, don't even dream of such lofty things." Zi Yan took a couple of steps toward the servant in white as she chided, "Because, your identity is not worthy of Qing Yuan's attention."
On the surface, Qing Yuan was just a Guardian, while she was the princess of Long Ao Kingdom.
But on this land, Kungfu reigned over everything else.
Qing Yuan had strong cultivation; more so than the King of Long Ao Kingdom, let alone the princess.
Only by hanging onto his lap could she leap toward the sky.
Zi Yan let out a snort and walked down the valley as her cold eyes swept over the female servant whose head was still lowered.
In the blink of an eye, she disappeared in the white mist.
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