The sun rose, and a new day arrived.
Wei Yuan still lost the battle despite his hard fights, and the dream of an invincible Dharma Image was shattered forever. Although the Primordial Consort had barely won and was now completely exhausted, she had won nonetheless and thus held the privilege of cleaning up the battlefield.
But the victory was by a narrow margin, and Wei Yuan felt that his defeat was due to that cup of wine.
At last they could properly talk, but Wei Yuan felt a chill watching the Primordial Consort's hand resting on her lower abdomen. This was not the life he wanted.
Slowly, the Primordial Consort propped herself up and put on her clothes.
Once dressed, she possessed an aura of sanctity and sternness, making her seem almost sacrilegious to approach, a stark contrast to her earlier state.
