"Primordial Spirit Phenomenon!?"
Lin Jianyue's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She was well-informed and knew that the primordial spirit of an ordinary cultivator was identical to their own form, merely three feet tall.
However, for those with profound cultivation and extraordinary creation, a phenomenon must arise within their primordial spirit, different and remarkable, capable of crushing side paths.
Just like herself, within her primordial spirit, there was a bright moon accompanying it, pure and saintly.
Hua Yanqiu was a disciple of the White Crane Temple, naturally awakened with divine techniques, her primordial spirit refined a hundred times, making her extraordinary by nature.
"I'm giving you one more chance, don't refuse the toast only to drink punishment wine!" Hua Yanqiu's voice suddenly echoed in the minds of Zhang Fan and Lin Jianyue.
The strong wind converged, invisible and mighty.
