Everyone rushed outward. When Ying'er and the other immortals reached the outer courtyard, they were puzzled—the fire had miraculously vanished! Strange, they had clearly seen a roaring blaze just moments before. How could it have disappeared so completely? Ying'er couldn't make sense of it. At that very moment, someone else cried out, "Wow! It's not outside—it's inside! The hall is on fire!" Ying'er immediately turned back toward the main hall. Hmm, that's odd! The fire is also there inside. She stepped right in. After all, Ying'er possessed 6,000 years of spiritual power—the highest among the hundred immortals. Naturally, she was the first to enter the main hall, where she discovered a marvel. [Zei8.com – Zei8 E-book] It turned out that it wasn't fire at all, but rather a flame-like substance emitted from a hairdryer. The heavenly realm had never seen such a thing—so lifelike was it that Ying'er gently rested her chin and admired it. How beautiful! Ying'er marveled. "Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice came. "Ah!" Ying'er looked beautiful. She turned immediately to see a man constantly coughing, slightly hunched, with a grayish complexion, carefully crafting another torch. "If the Lady of the Main Deity likes it, I can make several for you, both inside and outside the main hall!" The man had already finished one torch and connected the blow dryer; instantly, a larger flame surged upward. "Wow! What a magnificent sight!" A hundred naiads entered the hall, clapping with delight. "Can I have one, too? I also need one!" One of the naiads, close friends with Ying'er, surprisingly asked the man—somewhat unassuming in appearance—to make a torch for herself. "Certainly!" the man agreed. "I also need one!" Another naiad added. "Yes!" the man smiled and nodded. More and more naiads, almost every one of them, requested that this man craft a torch for themselves. The man was busy all along. At that moment, 3,000 heavenly soldiers and divinities in the main hall began to raise torches together. The Vajra God led the 3,000 divine troops in learning how to make the torches. The man successfully created a colossal torch, standing 18 meters tall with a diameter of one meter—so massive that it required a full engineering effort—and it was erected outside the main hall. "Holy Flame! This is the sacred flame of Xingle Palace! Ever-burning! Born from the Olympic sacred flame of our Chinese nation!" With deep emotion, the man gazed at the flame dancing and passionately declared. The Vajra God and the 3,000 heavenly soldiers clapped and cheered. They then sang a song together: "I and you, hearts connected, living in the heavenly village, journeying thousands of miles to meet here. Come, friends, extend your hands. I and you, hearts connected, forever one family." The heavenly troops joined in singing with the man. After completing the torch, the man prepared to leave. "Majesty of the Heavenly Goddess! All the torches are now finished! It's time for me to go!" With that, he rose Ying'er felt that this man seemed like someone—especially the way he walked, which was exactly like someone else. Yet, looking at him, his appearance was unremarkable, and his back slightly hunched. Yet he was clearly extraordinary, capable of creating so many torches, each adorned with colorful, auspicious dragon motifs—what a wonderful symbol of good fortune! The great torch burning before the main hall of Xingle Palace was real, while the others were merely symbolic. Only this one, the one she had received, was the largest and most genuine. This torch was entirely crafted from the Olympic torch used during China's 2008 Summer Games. Ying'er was deeply moved. Without hesitation, she ran all the way to catch up with the man making the torch, stopped him, and said directly: "Don't go! I know who you are! Even if I can't recognize your face, I know you are the most important man in my life—Gao Liang! Please don't go! Don't leave me, okay? I know you're leaving the heavenly realm, aren't you? You're making this torch as a farewell to me!" Ying'er's tears streamed down in steady drops. The man's face twitched slightly, but that expression quickly faded, and a firm resolve settled upon his features. He looked at Ying'er and said, "I am not Gao Liang! The Gao Liang from before has passed away. Now, I am no longer outstanding—lacking in striking appearance or extraordinary talent. In fact, I no longer match your standards. Therefore, I must leave you!" "No! Husband! No matter how you change, Ying'er will always love you just as deeply! Truly, you occupy her heart—full, full of you!" Ying'er was deeply moved. The man remained unmoved. He was about to leave. Ying'er felt profoundly painful. Indeed, he *is* Gao Liang. I don't care about his current looks or his present state. What matters is that I love him—always, just as before. Ying'er rushed straight to Gao Liang, grasped his hand tightly, and said, "Husband! Take me with you! Wherever you go, I will go too!" "Having said that, she willingly and enthusiastically bestowed a warm kiss upon Gao Liang—without hesitation, despite the fact that the man before her was no longer as handsome as he once was. To Ying'er, however, that didn't matter at all; what truly mattered was the inner grace and charm of this man. Gao Liang was utterly stunned by Ying'er's passionate kiss, for at that very moment, her exquisite fragrance truly shone through. With her most beautiful kiss, Ying'er offered it to herself. Gao Liang lifted her entire graceful body and, without leaving the Xingle Palace, carried her into the inner chambers. The Dharma King then called out to the group of magpie birds soaring in the sky, exclaiming, "Hooray! Good news! Good news!" Highlighting this moment, Guo Liang didn't touch Ying'er, but instead enjoyed her luminous, snow-white skin, her spotless rosy cheeks, her perfectly hourglass figure, and her ideal three-dimensional measurements. On the jade bed lay a top-tier beauty from the Immortal Realm—Guo Liang was truly delighted to feast his eyes on her. Though she was his wife, he had been so busy lately that he had rarely found time to appreciate her beauty. This time, he lit a cigar, took a slow draw, and simply watched her. Guo Liang felt exceptionally happy. Ying'er watched Gao Liang elegantly curling his fingers, and immediately stepped closer, saying, "Husband! What's up?"