Her gaze was ethereal and elusive, subtly sensing the familiar icy Dao Rhyme.
"It seems that in just a few more years, Fellow Daoist Shen will be able to return to the Danxia Sect in Yan Country with me."
Now, she missed her flesh body immensely.
The Nether Pill was good, but not as good as the True Pill.
In a Tier Three Cave Mansion.
The clone of True Master Xuan Yuan stood by the window, gazing toward the direction of the Cold Ice Cave, his brow slightly furrowed.
At this moment, he showed no signs of joy, instead a hint of solemnity and worry.
He thought silently, "Senior Brother Profound Ice's advancement is so fast, he is definitely no ordinary being."
"The conflict between Master and Spirit Sword True Master is deepening, and I don't know where his stance lies."
Outside the Practice Room.
Qin Yuehan sat restlessly, her eyes full of tension and concern, frequently glancing toward the Practice Room.
Despite having confidence in her husband.
