Farewell to Ning Zheng.
Jiumu Qing returned to the wilderness map, Jiumu Sect.
She sat on the throne, contemplating Ning Zheng's words, today's experience had brought her enough shock.
Sword Casting Manor.
Golden Core trade.
Enticing True Immortals with a phantom trading platform.
Among the thirteen Immortal Realm giants, I might be one of them...
Thinking of another self successfully achieving her dream of becoming an Immortal Venerate, she felt both proud and fearful.
If it weren't for that descendant of Kong Country, she might have become another contemporary Immortal Venerate; with her pride, she would rather die than submit to a failure who hadn't become an Immortal Venerate.
"However, he is indeed very strong."
She stroked her arm, the flesh was very delicate, soft, and smooth.
It was clearly a woven doll, but when the intricacy of the thread could be compared to muscle fibers, the resulting creature was already a muscular humanoid...
