The Celestial Spirit Sect was abuzz with talk of Shen Haoran. Meanwhile, Shen Haoran, the man of the hour, had followed the Third Elder to her private estate.
It just went to show, she was a woman, after all. No matter how powerful she was, a love for beauty was in her nature—that much was universal. Before Shen Haoran and the others lay a vast garden where countless flowers bloomed, forming a sea of blossoms. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted through the air, invigorating all who breathed it in.
Upon seeing the sea of flowers, Murong Wanqing and a group of young girls rushed over with squeals of delight, their eyes filled with stars. Witnessing this, the corners of Shen Haoran and Han Xu's mouths couldn't help but twitch.
The Third Elder watched Murong Wanqing and the others dive into the sea of flowers without a word of protest. Instead, her gaze lingered on Murong Wanqing with profound meaning for a few moments before she turned to Shen Haoran and Han Xu.
