"I just never expected that nearly a year after my awakening, I still haven't had a personal meeting with Hong Yuan..."
Shang Yaoqin's eyes were vacant as she fell into deep thought.
Though one thought after another flooded her mind, her hands did not stop; she continued to play her song.
Behind her stood a small thatched cottage.
On the threshold of the thatched cottage, the Phoenix Creek Great Saint lay reclining lazily, intermittently puffing on an old tobacco pipe.
Layers of white smoke rose, obscuring the Phoenix Creek Great Saint's face and making it difficult to discern his expression.
So this is the Great Dream Seed...
If it weren't for the intentional suppression to refine Yaoqin's Martial Arts foundation, she probably could have reached the peak of the fifth order a month ago.
