Song Ciwan had no idea if the Heir of Prince Yun was surprised.
In the Cultivation Room, Song Ciwan had washed away her attachments. Afterward, she was no longer obsessed with suppressing her Level.
Of course, while she no longer intentionally suppressed her cultivation, she was in no hurry to break through either.
Her state of mind had changed, as if she had finally found a perfectly composed rhythm.
After her lifespan reached one hundred sixty-seven thousand, three hundred years, she discovered that her control over the Sun and Moon Wheel of Formless Life and Death had advanced even further.
At one point, she didn't even need to use the Sun and Moon Wheel of Formless Life and Death. With a mere thought, she casually tossed out a potted Spirit Grass she had previously collected on Celestial Dragon Mountain. As the pot landed, Song Ciwan pointed a finger from a distance, and a peculiar ripple emanated outward.
