"Indeed, these years... It has indeed been hard on you."
The young man stroked Qingwan's hair, just like he used to stroke the messy hair of that little girl thousands of years ago.
"Sir..." Qingwan's eyes reddened slightly.
As the empress of Black Wind Country, she was second only to none and above millions, and had long been accustomed to the loneliness of the divine fire.
Only when she lay on her bed every day would childhood memories occasionally surface, and she would recall the scenes when she was still Fat Ya.
"Alright, I need to go deal with some matters beyond the heavens. Once everything is settled, I will help you undergo the bloodline metamorphosis of an Ancient Archon," Xuanqing patted her shoulder.
Upon hearing this.
Qingwan nodded, performed a respectful kowtow, and said softly, "Then... Disciple sees Sir off."
"Hmm..."
Xuanqing nodded slightly, then his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
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Void World.