In a secluded place, the setting sun was serene. Branches and leaves shattered the dying light, creating a net-like pattern. Luo Hongyi sat alone on a stone, mumbling to herself, "You can't do this again. I was completely unprepared, and you just barged in..."
Her gown alternated between red and azure, and the charm and temperament in her eyes shifted with it.
Luo Qingyi pouted. "Why do you always want to fight, Sister?"
Luo Hongyi responded seriously, "On the path of cultivation, you either advance or fall behind. Only by constantly fighting others can we enhance our strength!"
Luo Qingyi remained stubborn. "There are so many prodigies in the Holy Realm now. Why do you only focus on our own people, Sister?"
Luo Hongyi insisted, "Ji Zidian has a Sacred Body, a rarity seen only once every few centuries. How could others possibly compare?"
Luo Qingyi retorted, "That Saintess from the Mount Shu Immortal Sect was also born with a Sacred Body. You could go look for her!"
