At this moment, a surge of Primordial Spirit power accompanied by layers of malevolent energy soared into the sky, breaking through the clouds, bringing with it the sound of clashing swords and armored horses.
Zhou Bai thought to himself, "Is Ming Yue rebuilding her Qi Sea with the Invisible Evil of the myriad weapons?"
Moments later, Ming Yue walked out of the small building, her vestment robe surrounded by celestial light and aura, accentuating her already graceful and slender figure.
Zhou Bai approached and congratulated her, "Sister, congratulations on successfully rebuilding your Qi Sea with the Invisible Evil of the myriad weapons."
Ming Yue smiled, a hint of delight flashing across her face. For immortals, ultimately their cultivation and strength are what matter the most.
