In the courtyard sat two women of starkly different temperaments—one mysterious and noble, the other an Iceberg Beauty.
"Just as Little Brother said, Cyan Cloud Country is truly something else. The changes in less than two years have been immense."
The woman in purple spoke slowly, her voice as soft as flowing water and imbued with a natural tenderness that revealed her gentle nature.
"Yes. And thanks to him, we were able to seize the initiative and step into the Spirit Realm before the Spiritual Qi erupted. Otherwise, with rival powers emerging all over Cyan Cloud Country, we might not have been able to keep them in check."
Across from the woman in purple, another woman in a snow-white dress spoke slowly.
Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her figure tall and slender. She possessed a cold, aloof temperament, giving off the feeling that she was beautiful but unattainable.
This was Wei Yanran!
