"If our Saint Heir were here, maybe he could give it a shot!"
The speaker was a disciple from the Taixu Cave Heaven.
More than a year ago, upon learning that Wang Xiu would need at least several hundred years to awaken, Ye Guhong had already left, saying he was going to search for his own path.
No one knew where he had gone.
Perhaps he had traveled to other worlds within the Ten Lands.
Perhaps... he had already reached the Nine Heavens by now.
「...」
A figure stood opposite Yi Xing, clad in a pure and flawless white dress. She was like the crabapple tree in the small courtyard of Spirit Turtle Peak.
"Saintess!" an elder from the Mount Shu Immortal Sect exclaimed, stunned that Li Xuanqi had stepped forward without a word.
