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Chapter 229 Asha's Longing, Heading to the Holy City to Raise the Pine and Crane
Parthenon.

Temple of Saint Azharia.

The bright moonlight shone through the carved window lattices, casting a silvery glow inside the palace.

Asaria leaned against the window, her slender fingers unconsciously stroking her phone screen.

It's been half a year, and that familiar contact on the screen still hasn't lit up.

"Where did you go?" she murmured softly, the moonlight casting a faint sadness on her beautiful profile.

Her once bright eyes were now dull and lifeless, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks.

Sudden--

Jingle bell bell~
The long-absent bell rang out with exceptional clarity in the silent hall.

Asha's body trembled, and she almost instinctively grabbed her phone.

When that longed-for name came into view, her red lips parted slightly, and a surprised smile involuntarily bloomed.

"Hello?" she asked, trying to keep her tone calm.

"Fox, it's me."

The familiar voice came through the receiver, sounding somewhat tired, yet it still sent a shiver down her spine.

The pent-up grievances of the past six months surged into my heart in an instant, and a wave of soreness rose in my nose.

"So you're still alive," she said, feigning indifference.

"Do you really want me to die?" Wang Feng's helpless voice held a hint of indulgent amusement.

These words completely shattered Asha's last line of defense.

"Of course!" she suddenly raised her voice, "A whole six months. And you didn't even send a single message."

Her voice trailed off, trembling with emotion, "Do you know how I've been these past six months?"

Crystalline tears finally welled up and rolled down her delicate cheeks.

Under the moonlight, the teardrop refracted tiny rays of light before finally falling onto the phone she was clutching, splashing up a tiny drop of water.

"Feel sorry."

A deep, gentle voice suddenly sounded behind her, and Asha's delicate body trembled—the voice did not come from the phone, but was right next to her!

She slowly put down her phone, and as she turned around, the moonlight outlined that familiar figure. Wang Feng leaned against the doorframe, a gentle smile on his lips, but his eyes were filled with heartache.

"How could you...?" Asha Ruya frantically wiped away her tears, but the glistening teardrops were like pearls from a broken string, and she couldn't stop them no matter how hard she wiped.

Wang Feng strode forward and pulled her into his arms.

His long, slender fingers gently stroked her damp cheek: "It's not that I don't want to contact you, it's that I haven't been in this world for the past six months."

"Not in this world?" Asha's face was blurred with tears, and tiny teardrops still clung to her long eyelashes.

Wang Feng cupped her face in his hands and briefly recounted his extraordinary time-travel adventure.

As he spoke, Asha's tears were gradually replaced by curiosity and amazement, her violet eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

"So...you are the Heavenly Father now?" She parted her red lips slightly, revealing a rare, innocent expression.

“That’s right,” Wang Feng chuckled, playfully flicking her nose. “Magic, the Holy City, angels—all my creations. Pretty impressive, huh? Your man’s amazing, isn’t he?”

"Hmm~" Asha Ruya nodded gently.

The shrewd and capable saintess of ordinary days was nowhere to be seen at this moment; instead, she resembled a young girl who had met her idol, her eyes sparkling with pure light.

Wang Feng couldn't help but smile, but his gaze was inadvertently drawn to her current attire—

Under the moonlight, a deep purple silk slip dress outlined her graceful curves.

Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her back, cascading down her snow-white back.

Her delicate collarbone gleamed like pearls in the moonlight.

The deep V-neck of the nightgown, with its barely visible cleavage, seemed to possess a certain magic, drawing Wang Feng's gaze involuntarily.

"Does it look good?"

Noticing his intense gaze, Asha's mother did not flinch. Instead, she puffed out her chest slightly and a sly smile appeared on her lips.

Wang Feng's gaze suddenly deepened, his fingertips slowly tracing the slender line of Asha's neck, stirring a subtle shiver. "As you wish."

His deep, magnetic voice carried a dangerous quality as he suddenly scooped the person in his arms up in his arms.

Asha's world spun around her, and the next second she was enveloped in soft cloud-like blankets.

Her long, flowing black hair spread out on the snow-white sheets, like blooming black datura flowers.

She stretched out her arms, her eyes misting over:

I miss you, Wang Feng~

The last syllable of her voice carried a seductive tremor, making it exceptionally clear in the tranquil bedchamber.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a hazy glow on the intertwined figures.

……

The next morning.

A few rays of morning light peeked through the gauze curtains. Asha Ruya curled up in the brocade quilt, the lingering blush on her snow-white skin faintly visible in the golden light.

"Mmm, I'll sleep a little longer," she murmured indistinctly, her voice tinged with a contented languor.

Wang Feng chuckled and leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe: "Little fox, it's time to get up."

Seeing that her eyelashes trembled slightly but she refused to open her eyes, he added, "I should leave now."

"So fast?"

Asha'ruya instantly regained consciousness. As she sat up, the quilt slipped off, revealing her shoulders and neck covered in suggestive marks.

"That old bastard Songhe, the fact that he's lived for another six months is already a tremendous blessing."

"not to mention--"

"It's time to retrieve what I left in the Holy City."

……

The holy city stands at the western end of the Alps.

This city, jointly controlled by the Holy Tribunal and the Heinous Tribunal, has established laws that all mages worldwide must abide by.

Strangely, these two institutions are rarely mentioned in classical texts.

They are like invisible manipulators, independent of the magic association system.

It neither interferes in specific affairs nor participates in any power struggles.

It is merely to maintain order in the human world and eliminate destabilizing factors.

Wang Feng stepped through the city gate, his gaze sweeping over this sacred place of humanity, built because of his will.

"It's quite bustling."

Wang Feng glanced down at the address Asha Ruya had given him.

"Let's go and eliminate the pine and crane first, then we can collect the power of faith."

After walking through several streets, he arrived at a shop that also served as a coffee shop and guesthouse.

As I pushed open the door, the wind chimes on it rang with a clear, melodious sound.

Michael, who was behind the "Welcome Light" counter, looked up, but suddenly froze halfway through his sentence, his face turning deathly pale.

"How could it be you!" His eyes were filled with shock, resentment, and confusion.

"Songhe, where is he?" Wang Feng asked directly, too lazy to waste any more words.

"What do you want?" Michael said through gritted teeth. "This is the Holy City, the stronghold of the angels! How dare you, you heretic!"

"Heretical? Who dares to judge me as a heretic?" Wang Feng laughed contemptuously. "I am a member of the angelic order."

Just then, the curtain in the inner room was suddenly lifted.

"John, we're running out of coffee beans #2. Have you ordered any more?"

Songhe came out carrying a bag of coffee beans, his gray hair sticking up in a messy, disheveled manner.

When he looked up and saw Wang Feng's ambiguous smile, the bag in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
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P.S.: Chapter 2 is still being written and will take a few minutes.
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