"...Aunt, this should be the place, right?"
Dressed in a bright red Feathered Robe, Yu Yalan—her skin whiter than snow and her bearing utterly graceful—studied the land below and murmured.
Yu Ruoshuang, a woman of gentle temperament and scholarly grace, focused her gaze on the surroundings. After a long moment, she gave a slight nod.
"Although this Changqing Continent was only recently formed, the power of its ley lines, feng shui, and Destiny is indeed far stronger than that of a landmass of comparable size."
The stunningly beautiful and exceptionally wise woman said softly, "So, this is simply not the kind of presence a Golden Core Level faction should be able to command!"
Beside them, the radiant and captivating Yu Youqin, whose legs were long and slender, grew excited at once and asked:
"So that guy must be hiding here, living the good life? Right?"
'That bastard, Ling Changqing! He made us search so hard for him!'
