On the crystal bridge in mid-air, a handsome youth in magnificent purple robes, exuding a deep and mysterious aura, walked hand-in-hand with a world-toppling beauty. Their sleeves fluttered in the wind.
Around them, hundreds of Great Power Cultivators—men and women, young and old—floated in the air, following closely behind.
Even farther away in the sky, more Cultivators watched from a distance. Unfortunately, their strength was a notch below, so they didn't dare approach, content to spectate in silence.
Xue Qingtan glanced around. All who dared to get close to Ling Changqing at this moment were prominent, powerful figures in this world.
Right now, these great figures wore fervent expressions as they relentlessly tried to persuade Ling Changqing, making all sorts of wild promises:
"...Fellow Daoist Ling, I know your true body must be hidden somewhere in these Immortal Mansion Ruins. You... you should be able to hear me, right?"
