With her beauty, Song Xiwei could easily capture someone's heart if she wanted to.
Anyone who comes into contact with her will find her appealing, as long as she is willing to unleash her charm.
I can't explain where the bitterness in my heart comes from, but now that the die is cast, there's no turning back.
Si Ming was waiting at the South Heavenly Gate. After they met, Wu Lai exchanged a few pleasantries with Si Ming, who then announced the Heavenly Emperor's decree to take Song Xiwei to the Upper Heaven.
The Upper Heaven is the abode of the Supreme Celestial Venerable.
Because this was a secret operation, it was bound to cause a lot of gossip in the Heavenly Court, making it difficult to guard against. Therefore, the God of Fate personally led the people to the Upper Heaven.
Wu Lai had long known that he would be forced to separate from Song Xiwei once he arrived in the Heavenly Court, but he never expected that they would have to part ways so soon after stepping into the South Heavenly Gate.
He had a lot more to say to Song Xiwei, but now he had no chance to say it.
Compared to Wu Lai's anxiety, Song Xiwei seemed indifferent, saying casually, "Then let's listen to the Star Lord of Fate and go to the Heavenly Palace."
Wu Lai watched Song Xiwei go, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Song Xiwei finally turned around and glanced at him. "Why don't you go back to the sect first?"
Wu Lai did not answer Song Xiwei, but stared at her, as if reminding her to be more careful with his eyes.
Song Xi blinked and returned his smile, as if to soothe his anxious emotions and put his mind at ease.
After Si Ming led Song Xiwei into the entrance of the Upper Heaven, he finally began to carefully examine Song Xiwei.
In Song Xiwei's memory, whether it was 100,000 years ago or 100,000 years later, she did not know Si Ming, but had only heard people mention him.
Judging from his appearance alone, Si Ming does indeed seem to possess noble character and an ethereal aura.
But only now, when she looked him in the eye and saw those complex eyes, did Song Xiwei realize that even immortals cannot be judged by their appearance.
The Master of Fate harbors many secrets.
"My younger brother caused you a lot of trouble before. As his elder brother, I apologize to you." Si Ming's attitude was sincere, and every word was full of good intentions.
Song Xiwei wasn't one to put on airs. She said, "We've already settled our score with your brother privately. Now you've brought me to the Heavenly Court as the Star Lord of Destiny. If you cared about your brother, you wouldn't have brought me here. So, just say what you have to say. There's no need to beat around the bush and drag your brother into this."
"To be honest, I owe my brother a debt, but it was all for his own good. We should have been immortals together, but his fate was beyond his control, so I had to rewrite his destiny and let him stay in the demon race. I never expected that he would have such good fortune. After your guidance, he has turned misfortune into blessing. I still want to thank you." The God of Destiny's expression remained sincere.
Song Xi waved her hand and said, "Then I'll accept your thanks."
After a short while, Si Ming cupped his hands slightly to Song Xiwei and said, "Once you arrive at the Upper Heaven, a special goddess will come to meet you. This is all I can do to take you this far."
Song Xiwei was not surprised. The reason why the Upper Heaven was separated from the Heavenly Court was that not just anyone could come and go as they pleased.
As expected, after entering the area of the Upper Heaven, Siming was blocked outside.
The person who met Song Xiwei was a masked priestess. The priestess was plump and looked Song Xiwei up and down through the mask, examining her carefully. She seemed quite satisfied with her appearance.
"She is indeed good-looking."
Upon hearing the Goddess Pavilion's evaluation, Song Xiwei's lips curled up slightly. She hadn't expected that even in the Upper Heaven, people would still judge others by their appearance.
Fortunately, she does have that appearance.
"Follow me." The priestess led the way, with colorful auspicious clouds beneath her feet. With each step she took, the clouds dissipated.
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