Xiao Fei felt as though she was light as a feather, as if surfing the clouds, or still immersed in that state of sudden enlightenment she had experienced before.
This feeling was delightful, peaceful and detached, yet utterly captivating.
The warmth of Lei Yan King Zhou Yan's palm still lingered in her hand, while his teachings of powerful, profound secret techniques echoed in her ears—all that she had ever longed for had suddenly come true.
But Xiao Fei's heart remained calm, savoring this rare tranquility amidst ethereal happiness.
She wished time could stand still at this moment, with Zhou Yan taking care of her forever in his calm and gentle way, but she knew time would still pass, an aspect of time's laws that even Supremes could not grasp.
