Something had gone wrong with Tan Tai Hong Yue.
Ever since she had followed An Yang to rescue her disciples last time, she had returned to Goddess Palace and entered seclusion to cultivate as usual.
Yet she could never calm her mind. An Yang's handsome face and wicked smile kept surfacing in her thoughts, and she did not know why.
She had always been devoted to cultivation and had never involved herself in the affairs of love and romance. That had been the case for countless years, but ever since meeting An Yang, her heart, silent for who knew how many ages, had stirred.
"Phew... What is wrong with This Palace? My face is burning, and my heart will not stop racing." Tan Tai Hong Yue murmured, touching her flushed cheeks.
She rose to her feet and left her place of seclusion.
Outside the hall, she swept her senses over the entire Goddess Palace. Everything was operating normally. The Elders and disciples were either cultivating, preaching, or busy with miscellaneous affairs.
She withdrew her senses, nodded, and let out another breath.
For some reason, she suddenly felt lonely. An Yang's image surfaced in her mind again without her control, and her face instantly flushed hot as her heart pounded wildly.
She hurriedly used a spell to calm herself. After glancing at the sky, she considered it for a moment before soaring away from Goddess Palace.
"I should go out and clear my head."
She traveled through the high skies, not knowing how long she had flown. In the end, she discovered a town and descended.
The town was not large, yet it was exceptionally lively. People came and went, and vendors' cries filled the streets.
This was a Mortal City, its people ordinary and cultivators few. Tan Tai Hong Yue,