Within the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, the Spiritual Qi was gradually growing thin.
True Master Primordial Fire sat cross-legged on the Puduan, his face ashen and bleak.
The aura that had once been blazing like a furnace was now like a guttering candle in the wind, flickering uncertainly.
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Shen Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged opposite him, a childlike, smug smile appearing on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, that Ming Yu Saintess of the Hehuan Sect was quite passionate toward me back in the day."
There was more than a little boastfulness in his tone.
"Several times, Ming Yu Saintess borrowed the pretext of discussing the Dao to invite me out to wander together, to admire flowers and gaze at the moon…"
"How could I not understand her intent!"
"I only wished to achieve the Nascent Soul Great Dao."
