My Archangel

Qiao Wen transmigrated to another world, where there was a ritual known as "Heroic Spirit Summoning"...

"Listen up, everyone! Yesterday I summoned a minotaur. Sure, he was a bit simple-minded, but guess what? His stats were ridiculously high!"

"Pfft, what's so impressive about a minotaur? Now, my last pull was a real stroke of luck. One single summon, and I got a Sword Sect master! There are only a handful of people like that in this world!"

"Sword Sect? More like Ancestor Sect. I saw you mistake a saber for a sword and give it to someone yesterday, then get hung up on a tree and beaten!"

"I... I didn't! How can you make up lies to sully my good name?!"

As the air inside and outside the late-night tavern gradually filled with merriment, Qiao Wen, who was drinking and making small talk with a woman in the corner, suddenly felt someone poke him on the head.

He turned around and saw a beautiful woman with golden hair and emerald eyes smiling at him.

Three pairs of faintly visible luminous wings appeared behind her. Though the woman was smiling, she wasn't smiling.

Her eyes, which seemed almost capable of speech, narrowed slightly, as if asking him a question.

Why aren't you home yet, this late at night?