The sky transformed dramatically once again.
The Great Strength Saintess and the Wisdom Saintess exchanged glances, both seeing an unmistakable tremor in each other's eyes.
The Great Strength Saintess felt the roaring power between heaven and earth, carrying an awe-inspiring force that swept everything away. The wrinkles on her withered face deepened, and she sighed, muttering, "That boy really made it."
The Wisdom Saintess beside her immediately turned her head, her tone sarcastic, "Boy? How are you addressing him?"
The Great Strength Saintess was momentarily speechless, her old face slightly reddening. She quickly gathered all casual expressions, bowing with utmost respect towards the source of the brilliant light, whispering, "Ming Venerable."
