"Achoo!"
In a certain mysterious mountain vale, a stunningly beautiful woman suddenly sneezed.
"How strange, with my cultivation, I actually sneezed!" the woman said in wonder.
A face of unparalleled beauty, akin to a fairy fallen to the mortal realm.
She walked deeper into the mountain vale, revealing a joyful expression: "Great, with the Spirit Grass here, my cultivation can advance further. In this world, I fear I will have no rivals."
Her gaze turned to a particular Spirit Grass deep in the mountain vale, shining brightly, yet growing very discreetly, extremely difficult to find.
"But my Xuanhuang Qi!" Suddenly, a touch of anger crossed the woman's fair face. This was Xuanhuang Qi, and it was gone just like that.
She had only obtained a tiny bit.
"It's all because of that guy, let me not meet him again, or else, I will definitely make him pay!" The woman bit her teeth bitterly.
