Wang Qinghe and Yue flew behind the woman from Tianzun Sect. From time to time, the woman glanced back at Qinghe's handsome face.
It was not only his appearance that caught her attention, but also his cultivation.
In short, Wang Qinghe had managed to reach the Nascent Soul realm without being killed by the demon alliance.
What allowed him to survive? Why had the demon cultivators not targeted him?
Those questions echoed endlessly in her mind, waiting for answers she knew she could never obtain by asking directly.
They continued flying swiftly through the clouds and over cities until they arrived at a massive white mountain.
Wang Qinghe narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sacred mountain of Tianzun Sect.
His qi aura eyes activated, allowing him to see how pure and clear the air in that place was. Not even a trace of corrupt energy could be found.
Tianzun had become the final foundation of the Daoist Sect faction still standing within the Song Kingdom.
