The flower created by the Half Taoist Master trembled gently, transforming into a myriad of stars, each star bearing her smiling face, filled with bashful shyness...
Now speaking of Lin Xiaosu, amidst the White Jade Forest, he ascended step by step.
His steps were heavy, and his expression was somber.
Some might think his heaviness was due to the death of Saintess Qian Ling, but it wasn't; the weight was purely due to the pressure of this realm.
As he delved deeper into the White Jade tier, he was convinced of the profound foundation of the Spirit Ruins; the pressure of the White Jade tier was not lighter than the pressure of the Ninth Level on the Snowfield, the two were neck and neck.
Amidst such pressure in today's world, perhaps only he could endure it.
But a million years ago, there was a remarkable woman who could also withstand it.
That was Saintess Qian Ling.
