After staying at Murong Wan'er's residence for about an hour, Zhao Letian finally left.
Having had this extensive conversation, Zhao Letian deepened his understanding of Murong Wan'er.
Apart from her noble and sacred status, and that breathtakingly beautiful appearance, Murong Wan'er was no different from an ordinary girl. She was just like the girl next door, obedient and cute. In her pair of dark and bright eyes, a shrewd and clever expression would occasionally flash. Of course, this was only in front of Zhao Letian; if she were outside, Murong Wan'er would only show herself as a cold and noble goddess unwilling to speak or smile casually.
More importantly, the two of them had confirmed their feelings for each other.
"Wan'er, just wait for me. I will surely defeat all competitors in the Imperial Secret Realm, and with supreme glory, I will fetch you in the most grand and glorious manner,"
