"That's settled then."

One couldn't help but praise Tiran for her exquisite control over the complex formation with a radius of nearly thirty meters. After receiving the shared image from Xingjian, she managed to roughly restore it in just ten short minutes. The remaining task was to outline and refine the corners to ensure that the earth vein energy received from various parts of the city through the formation would not go astray.

Aya and Xingjian stood aside, injecting a small amount of magic into the formation to check if the circulation could be achieved in the spell paths. This meticulous inspection took twice as long as Tiran's initial configuration, but fortunately, there were no sudden incidents during this period.

Of course, even in the unlikely event of an accident, with everyone on-site being of Holy Rank, they were confident in handling it unless Kongming couldn't bear it and had to release the phantom of the immortal spirit. Even if Yuan showed up, it should be the same... probably?

Standing with Aya, ready to correct any deviations in the formation's rune patterns, Tiran was reminded of what Xingjian had just said and momentarily lost focus.

"Miss Tiran, adjust the pattern here down and to the left by three centimeters, and smooth out the edges... Tiran?"

Aya withdrew her mental tentacles wandering through the formation, stood up, and glanced at Tiran. "Thinking about what Xingjian said just now?"

"Uh... yeah." After hesitating for a moment, Tiran nodded. There was nothing she needed to hide from Aya, as she was indeed concerned about what Xingjian had said and Yuan's presence.

"Well, logically speaking, wouldn't I be the one most troubled by this situation first? I'm the one who has to deal directly with that jerk when Xingjian mentions it." Aya shrugged, swinging her arm triumphantly. "When he shows up, just beat him up. We're in a completely different situation now."

"Haha, in what way different?" the princess couldn't resist laughing.

"Of course, in terms of strength!" Though she said that, considering the inexplicable way their strength had increased, Aya added in a low voice, "Well, there are some other things too..."

"Ha-ha, don't be shy, don't be shy. We've already had intimate exchanges at close range. From now on, you are my dragon (*ˊ˘ˋ*)." Tiran gave a thumbs-up, "Trust me, big sister."

"But...," Tiran lowered her hand and glanced at the sky. The clouds that had dispersed after the ethereal battle between Kongming and Minglin hadn't returned, making the sunlight a bit glaring.

"More than Yuan's strength, what I'm actually concerned about is another matter. You heard what Xingjian said, right?" Tiran asked.

"Sure, you didn't use any blocking methods."

"That... Xingjian said I don't belong in this world. Did you hear that too?"

Even though she tried to sound as casual as possible, when Tiran asked this question, her voice involuntarily lowered. Deep down, she was still afraid to inquire about this matter with Aya.

Tiran liked Aya, liked this slightly foolish dragon. After going through so much, she had come to terms with this fact entirely. In fact, it was precisely because of this that she felt somewhat repulsed by her memories from a past life.

If she didn't have memories from her past life - memories of a gentle mother, a strict yet bold father, and a mischievous but adorable little sister - she wouldn't feel nostalgic for that world and have the desire to "return to that world."

Especially when the idea suddenly had a hint of a clue. Has Tiran ever imagined if faced with the choice of returning to the original world, could he really abandon the life he has lived in this world for nearly eighteen years? And if he chooses to go back, what about everything in this world? Here, he also has parents, companions... and Aya, whom he cannot bear to part with either. What would Aya think of the situation?

"What? Is it really true?!" Aya, after hearing Tiran's words, fell silent for three seconds before asking in shock.

"Do you think I'm joking?" The princess's reaction was as though a punch had landed on cotton, and the emotions she had been brewing for a while suddenly became a bit awkward.

"No... I thought crossing souls was just something written in novels..." Aya awkwardly averted her gaze.

Tiran covered his face and squatted down. What was this? It's too stupid! He had been preparing for a while to ask Aya about her thoughts on his origin, why did it turn out like this! The entire conversation just collapsed. Thinking about it, those crossing novels were taken from his own artificial idiotic treasure trove, and Aya only read them when she was bored hanging out with him... Why would a world that already has swords and magic find an opportunity for this kind of light novel fantasy! People in this world have time to read such fantasy works instead of spending time exercising Chi or learning some magic!

"But even if it's true, it doesn't matter, right?" After pondering for a moment, Aya said seriously, "The girl standing here right now named 'Tiran Elysian' is living her life, and this segment of her life is not false."

"Aya! I love you!" Responding to Aya was a passionate embrace from the princess. Both of them were almost the same height, but Tiran, taking advantage of the momentum, hugged Aya and put her head directly on her chest, a perfect face wash.

... Oh, sorry, Your Highness, no matter how hard you try, the possibility of directly leaping Aya's skull by compressing her chest is more likely to cause suffocation than pressure on the chest.

"By the way, Aya, you seemed to have just called my full name." Tiran had a satisfied smile on his face, "I remember someone saying they couldn't remember names with more than three words and six syllables."

"Oh...right." Aya made a muffled sound being pressed against the chest, "Then my name..."

"Sorry, that's impossible. I won't remember such a long name, sorry for disappointing you with such a lengthy name I can't remember."

At this moment, a faint cough was heard from the side.

"Two of you, Xingjian seems to have finished the final check of the magic array," reminded Xiang Ling, who had been without much presence for a while. The young general was holding his long spear on the side with an expression that showed no emotion.

Tiran felt a bit embarrassed when she realized his presence. Although she had taken the initiative, Xiang Ling still seemed to seriously intend to marry her... even before they set off for Luojing, a fleet of East Land specialty crossbows and arrows had been sent as a betrothal gift to the port for Milanía...

Could their situation with Aya be considered a kind of pseudo-minotaur confrontation...? Considering Xiang Ling's current victory in seizing the throne and the future relationship between Milanía and West Chu, Tiran knew he needed to maintain a good relationship with him.

Of course, it's definitely impossible to marry oneself... but it seems quite feasible to bring one's older brother from the capital and give him to Xiang Ling, after all, Brad is also a rare handsome man.

"Silver War Maiden, now is not the time to be lost in thought."

Xiang Ling reminded once more.

"Oh, okay!" Tiran quickly took out the Chaos Crystal left by Kongming from his embrace and walked towards the central array eye of the formation.

However, as she passed by Xiang Ling, she paused and asked a question.

"Just to be clear, I like Aya."

"I can tell." Xiang Ling's response was very plain.

"So, as for marriage..." Tiran breathed a sigh of relief.

"Marriage can proceed, I don't mind. If you insist, I can simultaneously marry both of you. Given my status, this is not anything out of the ordinary. After marriage, I won't interfere in your affairs, as long as there is a nominal marriage relationship, Milanía will be an ally of the West Chu."

Xiang Ling said seriously and conveyed content quite contrary to her serious look.

Bisexual? Tiran once again realized how invincible Prince Xiang Ling was.

Too powerful, Sensei Ling...

Aya's gaze towards Xiang Ling became quite complex. Since hearing the news that she was going to marry Tiran at the Qiao family mansion, she hadn't been calm for a long time. Now that they had really met, she found this person truly formidable.

Anyone who can suppress Miss Tiran in terms of impropriety and illogical behavior, I would call them the strongest.

In the center of the array eye of the formation, after Tiran placed the last core that composed the formation there, the huge formation that covered the entire city began to operate. Earth vein energy was rapidly pumped out from underground, converged here through energy delivery channels in the air, and finally cycled through the core formation, producing a strong attraction for spiritual bodies.

"Now, we just need to wait for Zhuge Qinmo to release her, right?"

After everything was done, Tiran clapped her hands and looked up at Kongming, who had opened The Realm to drag the spirit into it.

But precisely at that moment –

"【Wind God's Blessing】【Piercing the Yang】"

Two chants sounded, and a piercing sound of breaking air was accompanied by a swift black arrow that shot towards the ground at a speed almost impossible for the human eye to catch.

Realizing the attack, Tiran and Aya promptly manipulated the law of time to elongate time, but the arrow that maintained its original speed caught them off guard. It seemed to be wrapped in a semi-transparent substance that caused strong distortion when light passed through it.

"An arrow infused with laws!"

It was too late to realize this, and the sudden attack combined with the arrow that ignored time dilation hit the grey, semi-transparent crystal on the ground accurately and violently, cracking it densely as if it would shatter at any touch.

"Do you want a couple more shots? Oh, I mean arrows, not driving. Your Highness Tiran, you should know that, right?"

At the edge of the pit of the Star Tower Ruins, the man who had been killed by Kongming once before, held a long bow and grinned as he looked down at the few people below, although only Holy Rank himself, he did not panic when faced with the crowd that clearly surpassed his strength.