Ye Siwan was talented enough with a chance to become the next White Moon Messenger. Her reputation was extremely important. Reneging her would have a negative effect on her future campaign.

Alas, she couldn’t actually take the sword from Jun Sanqian and give it to Feiyun. That would become an even bigger joke. She was stuck on the tiger now and couldn’t get down.

“Miss Ye, I shall lend you a hand.” Li Xiaonan spoke with auspicious mist floating around him, looking quite transcending.

His floating island started descending, revealing its full appearance on top - cliffs and waterfalls; old pine trees everywhere.

A paradise for immortals and he seemed to be one of them, accompanied by numerous beauties.

“I knew people were up above but not the heaven’s favorite, Li Xiaonan.” Someone recognized him.

His fame was at an all-time high since he was virtually...