The auspicious sign vanished, and Bai Ziyue's cultivation technique was completely formed, imprinted in his mind.
Only then did he slowly open his eyes, casually storing away the Book of the Great Dao and Kunwu Golden Pagoda as his gaze swept around.
All around him, whether they were low-tier independent cultivators, formidable figures, sect elders, or even sect leaders and primordial spirit cultivators, all looked at him with shocked expressions.
Among them, Fan Qingyu, who had long been waiting anxiously, worried, fearful, and excited for him, rushed out at this moment, throwing caution to the wind as she dashed towards Bai Ziyue, leaning over without hesitation.
"Are you alright?"
Fan Qingyu asked with concern.
"I'm fine, feeling better than ever."
Feeling the fresh scent in his arms, Bai Ziyue smiled and said, "Now, no one should be able to sway your will anymore, right."
