The Eleventh Divine Being?

"Come here." She looked back at Li Tianming.

Her graceful figure seemed to melt into the wind and snow, making her look even more moving.

She was different from Xuanyuan Muxue. Xuanyuan Muxue was like the wind and snow themselves, while Jiang Feiling stood out so brilliantly amid the icy wilderness that it was as though this world of ice and snow had gained a soul.

"Yes, Exalted Deity." Li Tianming's heart trembled, but he could not show it.

He passed Xuanyuan Dao and Fang Qingli and stood behind Jiang Feiling.

The dress Jiang Feiling wore now seemed to be a top-tier tribulation artifact. Even the area around her was protected by a Heavenly Pattern barrier, so Xuanyuan Dao and the others no longer needed to guard her at close range.

At last, Li Tianming stood in the closest position to her.

"How has your cultivation been?" Jiang Feiling turned around. Her lively eyes gazed into Li Tianming's, thick mist gathering in her eye sockets, all of it condensed from longing.

"Reporting to the Exalted Deity, my current progress has not exceeded your expectations. As for the future, I believe I can continue advancing at high speed, just as you predicted!" Li Tianming looked into her eyes, but these were not the words he truly wanted to say.

He wanted to embrace her, tell her he missed her, feel her warmth—and that damned tactile sensation, enlightenment, and all sorts of other messy things—instead of standing here speaking so solemnly.

"Very good. I can now make a conclusion: if you continue growing like this, you will absolutely be the number one genius of the Yanhuang Continent. You have great hope of becoming the eleventh divine being in the continent's history!" Jiang Feiling said seriously.

Li Tianming knew why she was saying