In the Saintess Hall.
A tall woman in black gazed at the thick, dark clouds gradually dispersing on the horizon. Her fists, clenched for several hours, finally relaxed.
TAP, TAP—
The crisp sound of heels approached from a distance.
Fan Ya approached, wrapped in a purple satin qipao with subtle, flowing patterns. Her long, snow-white legs, peeking through the high slit, were particularly eye-catching.
She stopped three steps away from the woman in black. Her long eyelashes cast shadows on her eyelids, and as her nose twitched, the damp, earthy scent of post-rain vegetation filled her lungs.
"Pei Yuhang has successfully completed his tribulation crossing. He's entered the Void Refining Realm one step ahead of our Holy Daughter."
"Yes."
Jiu, wearing a lotus-patterned mask, nodded lightly.
"Jiu, you're awfully calm. Aren't you worried for our Holy Daughter?
Why do I get the feeling you're more concerned about that White-clothed Sword Immortal than our Holy Daughter?
