The Obsidian Wing Finally Arrives!
She looked no older than a woman in her early thirties despite being forty.
Years had only refined her elegance.
The flowing robe outlined her mature figure with graceful restraint. Her full breasts, slender waist, shapely hips, and long legs complemented the noble aura she naturally possessed. Yet none of it overshadowed the dignity surrounding her. She wasn't simply beautiful.
She was someone worthy of respect.
Cheery lowered her gaze.
She understood exactly what those words meant.
If her master had successfully reached the Peak Gold Realm, today's battle would have gained another pillar of hope.
Sadly...
She had failed by a single step.
It was a distance that seemed insignificant.
Yet in cultivation...
That single step was often like the distance between heaven and earth.
Priya gently sighed.
"If I had succeeded, today's situation might have carried a little more hope."
She paused before lightly shaking her head.
