Water Moon Sword Palace.
Jiang Ning returned once again to the hall where Xiao Qiushui fell.
At this moment.
Golden sunlight poured down from above.
Enveloping the Goddess statue in the center of the hall.
Bathed in the golden sunlight, the statue of the Goddess in the hall emitted a faint radiance, appearing extraordinarily sacred.
Looking at the golden statue of the Goddess before him, Jiang Ning couldn't help but think of the night Xiao Qiushui fell.
At that time, Xiao Qiushui sat cross-legged in a white dress on the cushion, moonlight falling, with her Immortal Muscle and Jade Bone appearing as if she were a Goddess from the Guanghan Palace.
The statue of the Goddess behind her, under the moonlight's baptism, appeared even more pure and holy.
And now.
Although Xiao Qiushui was no longer there, the statue of the Goddess still gave him an extraordinary feeling.
His intuition told him that the statue of the Goddess before him was not an ordinary object.
