Barefoot Celestial Venerable looked on coldly, yet if one observed closely, a trace of confusion could be seen in his eyes. He didn't understand why Goddess Feng Qin, with her noble status, was willing to go to such lengths for a man. What was love? What was affection?
Feng Qin slowly closed her eyes and leaned forward.
"Don't!"
The moment Feng Qin's body fell, a swift and tall figure caught her waist, and the two stood at the front of the platform.
She opened her eyes and gazed deeply at him, reaching out to touch his face, "Is it you? Is it really you, Yunchen?"
For so long, she had yearned to see him, but he was always absent from her sight. Even if he appeared, it was like a mirage. Thus, she was not quite convinced, as he was a mortal with no right to enter the Divine Realm.
"It is me, it is me!"
He held her, one hand clasping the one she had placed on his cheek, his lips slightly curving into a smile, seeing only her and no one else.
