Returning home, everything was still silent; Shen Qingyue had not come out of seclusion.
But this time, Shen Hex did not leave a message; instead, he rang the communicator outside.
"Little Hex?"
A moment later, the door opened, and Shen Qingyue appeared in front of Shen Hex, asking with slight curiosity, "What's the matter?"
Over a dozen years had passed, but time had not left many marks on her. Her attire was still the same as before, with long, ink-like hair tied in a ponytail, contrasting with her snow-white, delicate skin. Her proud figure supported the simple Martial Dao attire, and her exquisite facial features remained cool and composed, with a few traces of charming grace inadvertently shown in her expression.
Shen Hex looked at her and smiled: "Have you successfully formed the Golden Core?"
"Yes!"
