For a long time, he had never noticed the ring on the middle finger of his left hand.
This ring was ancient and mysterious, engraved with a vividly lifelike dragon tower, as if it could soar into the sky at any moment, roaming the heavens, with endless power seemingly contained within the tower.
At this moment, the aftershocks of the strong force that had just rebounded from the tower still lingered, subtly flickering with a peculiar and mysterious glow.
In an instant, his vision was gently veiled by a sheer gauze as thin as a cicada's wings, becoming hazy and indistinct.
Amidst this haze, the enchanting and mesmerizing smile of the Sunflower Saintess appeared quietly before him, like a delicate flower blooming under the warm spring sun.
That smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling all the coldness in his heart, making him feel as if he were in a warm sea of flowers in full bloom and fragrance, surrounded by warmth and sweetness.
