Tan You was now genuinely curious. "Is this the mark of a master-servant contract, or is it unique to the Tianyuan Sect?"
"That, I'm not sure about," the little mouse squeaked twice. "But it is strange. Qing Yuan... that name sounds like a Human Clan Cultivator's name."
Tan You looked up at the sky, suddenly feeling as if she had stumbled into a massive conspiracy.
But it didn't matter. She had a long time to slowly uncover the truth.
Putting away Qing Yuan's inner core, Tan You said no more. From then on, her cultivation became even more arduous. And this time, after completely stabilizing her cultivation at the late Seventh Rank, Tan You began her push toward the Eighth Rank.
The little mouse couldn't help at all with the Heavenly Tribulation for the Divinity Transformation Stage; in fact, it had to hide as far away as possible. This was something Tan You had to endure all on her own.
