"After you go out, ask Venus and Indra if they want to withdraw. After all, beyond the Heavenly Gate lies danger, and they've gained no benefit from you, so they have no reason to risk their lives for you."
"The focus isn't on them, but through them, tell everyone else—you've taken my Heavenly Will, so you must fight for me."
"Little Chang is right," Sister Yao praised with a smile.
Li Changzhou smiled, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a change in the world's Qi mechanism and turned to look at Yang Qinglan.
Yang Qinglan was slowly regaining control, and her powerful aura was gradually retracting.
The two walked through the snow without leaving a trace, gracefully arriving by her side, with the fragrance of flat peaches filling the air, intoxicating enough that mortals, upon smelling it, could live for three hundred years.
Yang Qinglan opened her eyes, then slowly closed them again: "Two people standing there like Gate Gods."
