In the vast panorama before them, majestic mountains stood tall, shimmering lakes bathed in radiant light, and waterfalls cascaded from floating islands. The scenery was a magnificent blend of grandeur and beauty. 1

From the distance, a powerful roar echoed, vibrating through the mountains. This roar was an embodiment of the white-clad lady's emotions. Her rosy cheeks turned an intense shade of red, as if they might bleed. The audacity of that mere mortal to convey such a message through her!0

For a moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to break free from this realm and exact her vengeance on the man who dared to humiliate her. She felt this humiliation was even worse than that one time he had poked her with a black sword, an incident she tried to erase from her memory.0

The other demon spirits looked on with varied expressions. Some laughed, while others greeted Wang Xuan warmly, with clear intentions of getting closer to him.0

The moon's light glimmered like liquid silver, making the vast sea appear tranquil.0

On the golden bamboo boat, the Ferryman turned to face Wang Xuan. Emerging from the shadows of his hood, a vague face looked silently at him. It had been centuries since someone boarded his boat, and today's passenger was truly... unique. Was this how people of the current age behaved?0

"Senior," Wang Xuan began in a hushed tone, "I am just a mortal, struggling to survive under the gaze of the immortals. I'm already pitiable. Please, let me go."0

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