In the Tushan ancestral land, atop the central Moon God Mountain, the Moon God Tree stood quietly, its leaves and branches swaying gently in the breeze.
Tushan Jing Ci, as usual, sat beneath the Moon God Tree, absorbed in her cultivation.
A faint glow spilled from the tips of the branches, landing on the woman's shoulders and hair.
At this moment, the woman resembled a goddess, emanating a soft light.
In recent days, the closer the Saintess ceremony drew, the less time she had for herself.
Tushan Jing Ci was either meeting with various Elders and foreign guests or learning how to handle the clan's complex affairs.
If not that, she was cultivating day after day beneath this Moon God Tree.
She had often thought to herself, 'Should I slow down my cultivation, just for a bit? At least enough to get a good night's sleep and have a sweet dream—a dream where I can see Xiao Mo.'
