In the mountains, time passes unnoticed, and decades have slipped by.
Qin Liuxi opened her eyes from her closed retreat meditation, suppressing the surging spiritual power within her. Nearby, Feng Xiu leapt up, his eyes fixed intently on her, filled with complex emotions and a hint of panic.
Decades ago, she said that when the time was right, she would go to the place she was meant to be.
The Immortal World.
Now, has that time finally arrived?
Thinking this, Feng Xiu felt his heart squeeze tight, stimulated by the spiritual power in Qin Liuxi that she forcefully suppressed but still surged.
As for himself, it seemed he had yet to grasp that threshold.
Feng Xiu's mood was exceptionally low.
Qin Liuxi extended a hand, lifting him from the ground and hugging him tightly. She stood up, took a few steps, and left the old site of Qingping Sect.
"Let's go, we need to say goodbye."
