The four of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly saw Fang Yourong smile slightly, "Go back and write the sect rules a hundred times with spiritual power."
"I punished you."
The four of them left gloomily, leaving only Jiaojiao yawning and grumpy on the side, while Fang Yourong looked at the wind and snow in the courtyard outside.
It hasn't been long since the last farewell at the Heavenly Prison, yet so much has happened, including matters of life and death, both theirs and others', thus making the days seem longer than they are.
As days stretch on, seeing someone again brings the feeling of the changing world with time.
Everything changes, especially people.
What has changed in Fang Yourong is her power has become unfathomable, also emanating an aura similar to Zhou Xuanqing, yet not solely resembling him. She possesses her own unmatched elegance, irreplaceable.
