The golden light escaped the pursuit of fury.

The scorching sun baked the desolate wasteland of the fairyland, and shattered metal fragments gleamed coldly on the ground. The Golden Prince's figure transformed into a dazzling golden ray, breaking through layers of barriers. The chains behind him snapped inch by inch, emitting a piercing sound. He did not turn back; only his flowing golden hair and chilling aura proclaimed his resolute determination to break free from his restraints.

"Jin Litong! You stop right there!"

Wenxi's roar echoed across the wasteland. She clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fury. Metal magic surged wildly at her fingertips, and the broken iron on the ground rose up, solidifying into several sharp iron chains that shot towards the direction the Golden Prince had fled. The chains tore through the air, but only barely grazed the hem of his clothes before being shattered by the golden light.

She recalled how much effort she had put into getting close to him, the seemingly intimate yet calculated interactions, and his promises of strength and protection. Yet, in the end, he simply left, as if he had never cared about her at all. A mixture of resentment and anger burned within her, causing a sharp pain in her heart.

"Where do you think you can escape to?" Wenxi's voice was filled with ruthless grit. She leaped into the air, the metal plate beneath her feet propelling her at breakneck speed as she gave chase. "Even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth, I will bring you back!"

The wind whistled past her ears, and Prince Jin's figure receded into the distance, yet Wenxi's steps never faltered. A stubborn flame burned in her eyes, a relentless obsession that would never yield what she desired. She didn't know what awaited her at the end of this chase.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the distant sea of ​​fluorescent flowers, Wang Mo and his companions flashed by. Looking at the golden light and the relentlessly pursuing Wen Qian, the group exchanged glances, all seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

“Prince Jin has escaped…” Shu Yan pushed up his glasses, his tone somber. “Now, the fairyland is going to be in turmoil again.”