Chapter 789: Shenlian Sheshan Is A Sly Fox
The man had a pale, porcelain-like complexion that enhanced his ethereal beauty. His lips were delicately tinted, almost rose-petal pink, contrasting subtly with his fair skin. His sharp, fine features were exquisitely symmetrical, giving him a regal and enigmatic demeanor.
His long, flowing hair was stark white, cascading down in silky strands. The pristine hue accentuates his ethereal charm. His ensemble was complemented by delicate, golden chains and ornaments that dangled gracefully, including an ornate earring on his left ear. There was a subtle headpiece in gold, frames his head, further emphasizing his noble and enigmatic aura.
He wore a luxurious robe in black and white, adorned with intricate golden embroidery, depicting floral and vine motifs. It created a striking blend of elegance and opulence.
His gaze was intense yet distant, evoking a sense of profound wisdom, and sharpness. He exuded an air of elegance and mystery, embodying a sophisticated and ethereal aesthetic.
Everyone’s eyes widened, each reacting differently to the sudden appearance. Xiong Zi Ying and Xiong Yi Chen were taken aback, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion.
On the other hand, Shenlian Yingyue initially appeared detached, her watchful gaze assessing whether he was friend or foe. However, recognition struck her like a lightning bolt, and a sense of warmth flooded her heart as she felt their connection through the blood contract.
"Uncle Shan, you’re back! How’s your body? Is your soul alright now?" she exclaimed, a bright smile illuminating her face as she rushed forward, momentarily forgetting the person standing in the background, who registered the moment with a blank stare. Her tone was laced with concern as she circled him, studying his condition intently.
"I’m back, Xiao Yue’er. I apologize for my late arrival; I was delayed. But my soul is nearly stabilized," he replied, affectionately ruffling her hair with a gentle touch. His voice resonated with a deep, magnetic timbre that carried an air of maturity and warmth, half-truths mingling with honesty.
Once he completed his cultivation, a sense of unease washed over him. His gaze from inside the small world fell upon Xiong Zi Ying’s expression, and he was taken aback, filled with an urge to step forward and assist her in confronting the situation.
To his astonishment, he quickly realized she was a disciple of Xiong Zi Ying, a member of the Xiong clan. This revelation had come as a complete surprise; nobody had informed him. After forming a blood contract with her in the secret realm of Congzhu, he had shut himself away to strengthen his soul. He remained blissfully unaware of the events unfolding outside until that moment when he emerged from his intense cultivation, only to find that something had indeed gone awry.
Only upon finishing his training, and amid a confrontation with the Obsidian Demon King in the Ethereal Small World, did he recognize the gravity of the situation.
He had sustained injuries in that battle, leading to an extended period of training, particularly focusing on reinforcing both his body and soul near the serene Fairy Waterfall. Yet now, emerging from his seclusion, he was met with a cascade of startling revelations. The insightful choices she made and the courage she displayed sparked a deep sense of gratitude within him, but he also felt a wave of worry for her emotional turmoil.