Even though she had prepared for anything, her success had come with great difficulty.
Suddenly, she recalled the unease she felt when she grasped the inheritance of the Dream Tao from her two masters.
If Heaven bestows a gift and it's not accepted, will one suffer the consequences...
Master Min, Master Qing harm me? No, absolutely impossible!
I never imagined that despite all my precautions, I would still fall to Shang Yaoqin's ultimate strategy.
The backlash from the Human Tao's momentum weakened Hua Menghuang's aura. Shang suddenly surpassed her progress towards becoming a saint.
Yet, she still did not give up and continued to chase after Shang Yaoqin.
However, hope became increasingly slim.
Time trickled away bit by bit, and the situation grew more irreversible. A vision of defeat was now apparent.
A poem flowed through Hua Menghuang's heart:
Who will awaken from the Great Dream first?
In this life, I am self-aware.
A full spring nap in the thatched cottage.
