Zhang Chen had never seen the princess in such a sorry state.
In the past, the princess was ethereal as an immortal, resembling a divine being from mythology, an exiled immortal who had stepped out of the long river of history. But now? She looked like a defeated dog, akin to the Overlord of Western Chu defeated at River Wu.
"How did you end up like this?" Zhang Chen looked at his cheap niece's disheveled appearance, disbelief filling his eyes.
"I encountered an old fellow who survived from an unknown era down there. We clashed, and I suffered a minor loss. Although I'm in disarray, the other party isn't any better off. Their origin was also wounded by me, and in this era, it will take hundreds of years to recover." The princess's voice remained crisp.
"But what about you? How did you end up here?" The princess looked at Zhang Chen with a surprised expression. She had entered the spiritual world before him; how did he get ahead of her?
